The weekend with Mike still recovering but we got a few things done

 Hi,

In an unusual turn of events, I did a blog post yesterday about our trap line trip. You can read about our trip here. 

But what happened the rest of the weekend?

Friday saw me at work and that was funny. Work is always quiet on Friday in the actual office. A lot of people must work from home on that day.

My meeting finished early so I caught up with Dave at his fave place - Margies. Good to chat to him. He told me all about how trimming a ship's stern can fix a hazy product on-board. See? A productive iced latte date. :-)

Iced latte with Dave

He said it needed a stir

Hi Dave!

I rode home in glorious sunshine to have a late lunch with Mike. We sat on the deck in the sun to eat our panini.

Then home for lunch with Mike

Smudge being a cat model

Here she is, just hanging around

Mike found this ye olde style photo at the charity bins

We went to grab some groceries from Countdown and Mike found Toby's old dress shirt in the boot for the charity bins. So he popped it in there while I grabbed some iced coffees. No. Wait. Some bread. And some iced coffees.

He saw a smashed up photo frame by the bins (they only take clothing, these bins!). And he remembered Tom's old photos in his house. So he poked at it. And uncovered a $20 note in the frame behind the photo. How odd. We wonder who these people are.

And behind the photo in the smashed frame was $20!

Best rugby I watched all weekend. Go Black Ferns!

Saturday saw another lovely day and the trapline, as I mentioned. We got home in time for me to watch the Black Ferns play Wales in Dunedin. First time the Black Ferns have played there since around 1996, I heard the commentary say.

It was such a great game. Fine rugby on display. Why the stadium was not full, I do not know. Give it time - because the women play such good rugby. And when everyone discovers that, it will not be as easy to get a ticket. :-)

Smudge on the cat walk

More hanging around

Moxley sleeping on Mike's legs

Watching the men's rugby world cup final

Up early Sunday to watch the men's rugby world cup final in Paris. All Black v South Africa. Really - could have gone either way going into the game. Both great teams. But within a few mins the TMO was stamping their control over the game. And it continued like that. You never really believed anything that happened because the TMO would nudge the ref and play would stop and you'd go back to find some minor infringement from many phases back that changed the outcome of the game.

TMO should be used to determine accurate tries awarded. And try to stop malicious, dangerous play. But if the on field refs do not pick up minor infringements that just happen but materially are not significant, why get the TMO involved?

Anyway, despite the All Blacks playing nicer rugby, and showing it made hardly any difference playing for 60 mins with only 14 players, they missed winning because their small touches did not come off. South Africa played mighty tackling rugby but never looked like scoring a try. So, it was a bit boring. Tense - and boring.

I would watch the Black Ferns play Wales again in a heartbeat.

We went out to brunch after the rugby. Met Alistair with Andrew, and Janine. We ate at Brew'd in Boulcott, Lower Hutt. Very nice food. Odd they had no coffee options. Alistair is over (or was over) for a jazz festival. We heard about his double bass and contingency plans. I hope his second gig went well.

Headed home via the cafe at Seaview marina. Dropped Janine's letter at the Wellington library and headed home.

Another week beckons. I think I have recovered from my cold enough to give Spin a go tonight.

Have a wonderful week.

Love,

Angela