Aiden at 18

 

The man of the hour; on our way out for lunch (restaurants now open until 6pm).
Resend I know, but I like it :-)

Ange offered birthday dinner requests.  Aiden, thoughtfully catering for some of his mates who came round, decided on mac-cheese with bacon and whatnot, and a massive apple crumble.  I have a large bag of sundried Tianjin chilies.  We made a hot side version in a separate dish for people who  liked a bit of spice, it was wicked.

Another resend I know - just love it though, the crocs, the wave and the missing shoe :-)

An isolated world gone weird

 The isolation that people are experiencing as this "dynamic zero covid" (I mean really, what on earth does that even mean?) has been a strange and unsettling experience for me.  The immediate environment is so often strange seeming.

Both boys have gone bogan with the hairstyles... ultra-zef

The patio at  night, signs  that Liz delightfully made for Ange's 50th now cheering our garden.

Someone's boat went on a trip without people and ended up on the rocks.  A tug came with a barge with a crane on it.  The  crane lifted it up and put it on the barge and off it went, to be thrown away (I can never get used to this place in that regard.  Maybe a R3mil boat... grim).

Walking in the morning, someone puts out seed for the birds. 
But this time the birds are a brace of vacuum cleaner boars.  Odd.

The boys go to training with the divine Mikey Schats, maybe 4 days a week.  And thank the lord for that.  So they needed  a 21 degrees slope angle box for some exercise that they do - which was cool to make out of an old table top.  Need to get non-slip strips for it still. Unusual thing to make.