On top of this we have day jobs and trying to arrange viewings of the current house since Mr Clueless is unsurprisingly absent on this element (as well as servicing the boiler, fixing the doors, cleaning the death trap that is the decking, getting windows to open or repair dodgy wiring).
So a 30 minute chill at the local swimming pool before Mrs Fogg insists on more house packing activities (even though we are paying someone else to do it! yes it’s the getting a cleaner scenario and tidying before they arrive). Personally I am bushed and need a holiday having spent the last few days stripping a warehouse and skipping anything not bolted down (and if it was I would rip it up).
Still once we are moved we get a res rightt, err no, gotta rebuild wardrobes, computer desks, beds and anything broken apart for the move and unbox EVERYTHING
Put it this way come June 2nd I am jumping in that 8 man hot tub and not gettin out.
So move back to present time and there we stood banging on the door of the Finks whilst waving to passing motorists (imagine the tales they will tell their kiddies). We stayed up until 2am eating drinking and opening prezzies, ’twas Chrimbo all over again. Christmas day we ate stacks of food before passing out in the living room. Later on we played rounds of “Gestures” where you have to get your team mate to guess a word with only gestures, I do have to say that neither Mr Fink or I have any acting ability and boy did it show (Lion Tamers that look like scarey monsters, golf bowling umpires and the number 12) so we lost! but the girlies did cheat.
The night rounded off with a cracking 80’s movie (and as Mrs Fink pointed out Mrs Fogg almost pooped herself everytime something jumpy came up, and I provided the Brussel sprout effects). All told a
fantastic “New Christmas”
Cheers Finkies
Tomorrow we will be having a full Christmas dinner with party games.
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Can’t wait, did no one warn them I have a habit of getting up at 4am on Christmas morning, hee hee.
WaiNui is now in the planning and execution phase. Being the picky buggas we are, we have insisted on rewriting the contracts (only 4 pages of changes this time). So contract signing this week and snagging carried out (more importantly for all you JubblyBubbly attendees we have changed the Hot Tub to a super king size, 8 man tub, whoo rarr, and Mr CaddyFrog leave the flippers at home this time).
Up this morning at the crack of dawn (hi dawn), and a quick clear out of our rubbish to the local household refuse site in the pouring rain.
Next stop breaking down those bloody wardrobes for the 4th time, gadzooks.
So any of you that have our address written in pen, you are really silly aren’t you!!
Fate has played its card on this one, as alluded to in our previous blog.
So, there we were in New Zealand having a fab time and of course on return to the UK we were once again unsettled and suffering withdrawals from travelling. We would like to consider a move to NZ but that’s a big step with lots of processes to follow not to mention job hunting and all that. So perhaps not on the cards yet. So, we thought we’d have a change of scenery instead.
I had a brief look on the housing market and spotted a pretty looking house fairly close to where we are and opted to arrange a viewing- to consider buying or renting. We had a walk round and liked what we saw.
Now this is the spooky bit. We did not know that this house has a name: Wai Nui. Unbelievably this means big water in Maori!!!
All the last 3 rentals have also all been house names not numbers and don’t be too shocked – we are only renting for now 🙂
With odds like that we had to go for it. We have yet to ask the owner how the name came about.
House warming party to now be planned.
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Apparently while escorting a bunch of tourists (we won’t share their US nationality, but you can take a guess) one asked what the round plastic balls were for in the fields. “Ah” says the guide “Those are a great invention, they’re beanbags for cows. The cows come along at night and flop into them to get a good nights sleep and when finished of course they can then munch on the beds, what a cool idea”.
“Oh wow!” says the tourist “I must tell the guys back home about them, we don’t have them and they would be so good!”.
It’s the little things that remind you of all the good times.
Tourists eh?
On an udder note (sorry) whilst the weather has been close to Friesan and we need to wear Jerseys (oh stop it now), we hope to share some news related to “big water” very soon. Fingers crossed.
Time to enjoy the rest of the day before that work called thing comes around again.
Scary cat!
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