NZGary
Command Sergeant Major
- Joined
- Jan 8, 2015
- Messages
- 2,040
It's funeral black and as cold as charity as the alarm bursts into life at 5.45 a.m. Saturday morning has arrived and World Cup fever has hit this quiet corner of the Wairarapa valley in rural New Zealand. Hot coffee soon escorts me into the lounge and the story of Belgium's historic victory over the Brazilian favorites unfolds before my bleary eyes. Rest will not come as straight after the game the regular Skyping starts with family in the UK. My mum suffers the nervous chat as my dad and I discuss English chances against those perennial nutaritists Sweden.
Hot shower completed I finally say good morning to the woman who continues to choose me as her partner. She mentions that the bed was to big without me this morning - an old Police song springs to mind? We munch on warm croissants as I inject more caffeine into my system. A winters stroll down to the village provides the opportunity to acquire provisions for the weekend. We linger in our favourite cafe with mugs of hot chocolate as concrete coloured skies spit rain. On the way back I visit the Farley brothers to check on progress of the Boxer rebellion Chinese dragon gun and six ox gun team. A delivery of wood needs to be stacked and the neat rows I create with the wood provides some satisfaction. Homemade tomato soup warms the soul as lunch is taken.
Then comes the main event. Another TG parcel is opened inspected, catalogued and photographed. Really like the Carthaginian elephant and oh those Roman cavalry. Time for a warm early evening soak in the bath, red wine, dinner and Netflix. And then there is that England game!
Gary
Hot shower completed I finally say good morning to the woman who continues to choose me as her partner. She mentions that the bed was to big without me this morning - an old Police song springs to mind? We munch on warm croissants as I inject more caffeine into my system. A winters stroll down to the village provides the opportunity to acquire provisions for the weekend. We linger in our favourite cafe with mugs of hot chocolate as concrete coloured skies spit rain. On the way back I visit the Farley brothers to check on progress of the Boxer rebellion Chinese dragon gun and six ox gun team. A delivery of wood needs to be stacked and the neat rows I create with the wood provides some satisfaction. Homemade tomato soup warms the soul as lunch is taken.
Then comes the main event. Another TG parcel is opened inspected, catalogued and photographed. Really like the Carthaginian elephant and oh those Roman cavalry. Time for a warm early evening soak in the bath, red wine, dinner and Netflix. And then there is that England game!
Gary
