Sleazy Sunday
Mar. 1st, 2004 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
growler_southSunday dawned bright and sunny. Well, it was sunny above the clouds that covered the sky... but at least it wasnt raining. After lazing around for a few hours we headed out for breakfast- big chicken and brie sandwiches, Mmmm. Once we got back I started unloading the Ute and the Piazza- both still full of workshoppy junk from yesterday. A ton and a half of miscellaneous tools, spare parts, and oily rags later and I'm done.
Had a vague and wandery attempt at weeding the garden while Mo cleaned out the big pond. Lucky the pond was clear, because for the rest of the day whenever I threw the ball to Saffy it would end up in the water... I blame the wind, because it had nothing to do with the fact that I throw like a girl...
Later that afternoon FuzzyJon arrived (no relation to FuzzyBen, AFAIK) Jon's visiting from the UK, and he's a gorgeous furry cub- such a sweetie too, cheerful and friendly. Oh and EXTREMELY frisky- he'd been stuck on a farm with a gaggle of girls for a week or so... poor bugger. I dont think he expected Morris and I to play quite so hard- just doing our bit for the tourism industry eh. Not that anyone was complaining- moaning, yes, but not complaining... Of course we all took him out for dinner first, like real gentlemen. :-) with some luck he'll be back to NZ again soon, I really enjoyed getting to know him...
Had a vague and wandery attempt at weeding the garden while Mo cleaned out the big pond. Lucky the pond was clear, because for the rest of the day whenever I threw the ball to Saffy it would end up in the water... I blame the wind, because it had nothing to do with the fact that I throw like a girl...
Later that afternoon FuzzyJon arrived (no relation to FuzzyBen, AFAIK) Jon's visiting from the UK, and he's a gorgeous furry cub- such a sweetie too, cheerful and friendly. Oh and EXTREMELY frisky- he'd been stuck on a farm with a gaggle of girls for a week or so... poor bugger. I dont think he expected Morris and I to play quite so hard- just doing our bit for the tourism industry eh. Not that anyone was complaining- moaning, yes, but not complaining... Of course we all took him out for dinner first, like real gentlemen. :-) with some luck he'll be back to NZ again soon, I really enjoyed getting to know him...
