Which is the Sunday morning that has just happened...
Before I get into it though - I've been meaning to show you this pic of Ev - have you seen this cross-cut tree trunk in Knysna? I think it is very cool: it is aged from the rings, and the perspex thing is a timeline of events that were happening when the tree was growing, near Diepwalle in the forest. The line at the height of Evan's nose is the burning of Joan of Arc at the stake in 1431. The centre dates back to 1312. The Renaissance started in the 1320's. Enlightenment. Or so we thought.
Back to the weekend. What is happening here? Well, smiling as I write this... this is Billy, a lion of Aiden's. Billy looks like he does, because Aiden woke up early this morning, woke up way up there on his bunk, and threw up over the side. Billy had been sitting on the floor, minding his own business. But as is so often the case with innocent bystanders, that did not spare him . The cascade sort of detonated when it hit the floor, got instantly disseminated. After a good old go, a bit of lav action, and a shower or two while the parents cleaned, Aiden hops into my spot, and falls fast asleep. Angelic stuff. Interesting trade-off: clean puke, or drive into Sai Kung for 3 hours of rugby practice?
I tried hard not to be sympathetic. Last night we had Terry and Angela and kids around for dinner. I had cooked some boerrie (healthy stuff that it is) and Ange had chopped it up and popped some toothpicks in for a finger stack. Aiden and Liam took one of the pieces, and pushed a whole, little red bird-eye chili into it (from the garden - the same bush that they routinely pee on, I very much doubt that their treachery included washing) and then brought it to me - disguised as an act of kindness. I was on the phone at the time, so didn't take the appropriate precautions of close visual inspection. By the time old greedy-guts had realised, it was too late. Nasty little buggers.
Later in the day - with the regular activities of beach and whatnot on vomit-hold, I went with Terry to take his dad Brian to visit Virendra, and talk engines. This is the propulsion unit of Virendra's 360 (though for me, rather the 550 Maranello parked in front of it). Brian is a rebuilder and restorer of motor-vehicles - in particular Jaguar XK120's. Beautiful cars. Winners at LeMans in their day.
Before I get into it though - I've been meaning to show you this pic of Ev - have you seen this cross-cut tree trunk in Knysna? I think it is very cool: it is aged from the rings, and the perspex thing is a timeline of events that were happening when the tree was growing, near Diepwalle in the forest. The line at the height of Evan's nose is the burning of Joan of Arc at the stake in 1431. The centre dates back to 1312. The Renaissance started in the 1320's. Enlightenment. Or so we thought.
Back to the weekend. What is happening here? Well, smiling as I write this... this is Billy, a lion of Aiden's. Billy looks like he does, because Aiden woke up early this morning, woke up way up there on his bunk, and threw up over the side. Billy had been sitting on the floor, minding his own business. But as is so often the case with innocent bystanders, that did not spare him . The cascade sort of detonated when it hit the floor, got instantly disseminated. After a good old go, a bit of lav action, and a shower or two while the parents cleaned, Aiden hops into my spot, and falls fast asleep. Angelic stuff. Interesting trade-off: clean puke, or drive into Sai Kung for 3 hours of rugby practice?
I tried hard not to be sympathetic. Last night we had Terry and Angela and kids around for dinner. I had cooked some boerrie (healthy stuff that it is) and Ange had chopped it up and popped some toothpicks in for a finger stack. Aiden and Liam took one of the pieces, and pushed a whole, little red bird-eye chili into it (from the garden - the same bush that they routinely pee on, I very much doubt that their treachery included washing) and then brought it to me - disguised as an act of kindness. I was on the phone at the time, so didn't take the appropriate precautions of close visual inspection. By the time old greedy-guts had realised, it was too late. Nasty little buggers.
Later in the day - with the regular activities of beach and whatnot on vomit-hold, I went with Terry to take his dad Brian to visit Virendra, and talk engines. This is the propulsion unit of Virendra's 360 (though for me, rather the 550 Maranello parked in front of it). Brian is a rebuilder and restorer of motor-vehicles - in particular Jaguar XK120's. Beautiful cars. Winners at LeMans in their day.
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