Safety First!

Signage is so important at a school the size of Samford....


...and the Frankensteins are particularly vocal, as they walk everywhere..........

Ahhh, the country life!

Last weekend was "the Samford Show". Its what in New Zealand (I am told) is called a "P&A" show (a pastoral and agricultural show). Despite the fact that having a Chaplaincy presence there meant that I have been working every day since school resumed a week ago last Monday, the show was great fun.

Some of the highlights for me were the entertainment (naturally):

There's almost nothing a woman enjoys more than the delicate strains of a massed pipe and drum tattoo at 8:30 on a Saturday morning is there? Well, maybe sparkly nailpolish, but don't quote me on that....

Then there were the competitions. I don't know about you, but I have never seen a prize winning zucchini before. And, if, like me, you too are new to the world of competitive vegetabulary, allow me to share....


How awesome. How rare! So THIS is what a gold-medal zucchini looks like!!


Then there were the champion citrus fruits:




And of course, Mrs.Robertson's prize-winning ginger cookies:




I have to admit, I have no idea why the judges were so hard on these custard apples, but I can only share the pain they must feel at having been damned with the faint praise of an "honourable mention"


Did they say something wrong? Were they the underdog - training in secret and praying for glory but falling short at the last moment? And yet were the judges moved to support them in their quest for the gold anyway?

Did they fail to slip the commitee a fiver???

We may never know.

Still, Bruce managed to put his marksmanship skills to the test:




I was lucky to escape with my life. I suppose our game of "Lenin and the Bolshevik Maiden" might have ended badly, but I digress...

Fortunately, Bruce's attempts to teach his son to drive were someting of a success....


.... they both lived.

How I look forward to next year..............

Oh how I've missed blogging!

Its been busy, I'll admit, but life is full and rich and spicy, so I am not complaining.

But where were we?? Oh yes, a rich, busy and spicy life....

Over the school holidays, Bruce took me away for a romantic getaway to the Gold Coast. He was lavish and oh so romantic.....

We stayed a the Crowne Plaza Hotel (and you simply have not lived until you have had a bath in a room with a panoramic view of the Gold Coast at night. I rather liked the way the lights from Jupiter's Casino glittered on my toenail polish)

Bruce and I took in all the sights. We did some shopping in the finest of shoppes; and delightfully, I discovered that secret little nook where the residents of the Gold Coast get their Medieval Daggers:
What a find!

And we found the most charming little "discount" shop with toys for the most discerning of grown-ups (titter)!




I probably shouldn't share the intimate details of Bruce and my...intimate life... but there's almost nothing we enjoy more than a rousing marital game of "Lenin and the Bolshevik Maiden" (delicate giggle). Thank goodness we know where to go on the Gold Coast to make that happen!

Then we took some time to sample the local cuisine:

Mmmmm...



No wonder I can't lose weight!

My poor husband. He took one bite of these and immediately grew breasts and became surly and uncommunicative. When I asked him what was wrong he said "nothing............."

Well, I suppose that puts an endo to our Gold Coast adventures............