It is a good thing I was home on Monday afternoon. I answered the phone and was asked what were we having for dinner then would there be enough for two more? Finally, I was asked if I could come down to the bus stop and pick up Nikki and Rick as soon as possible.Of course I couldn’t find the keys straight away and I also realised two miserable bits of schnitzel would not feed four so without breaking the speed limit I screeched (they do) on the brakes, flung the car door open and still did not quite believe my eyes.
After number two daughter had left in July for the great Land of Oz, we had resigned ourselves to the fact we did not have our family left in New Zealand. I can even say I was most unhappy about that.
Hearty hunks of steak were hastily purchased, wine of course and then a cunning plan to race home and surprise Roger. He was parked by the barn and scowled at me for speeding up the drive. He still did growl at me despite being pleasantly surprised at our guests’ arrival.
In four days we’ve been tourists. We have been to the Mount, visited the King’s Seeds’ outlet to buy the flower and vegetable seeds for summer. While Nikki stayed at home dealing with recruitment bods, Rick and I thought it was a good idea to become more acquainted with the subtle noses of a Sauvignon Blanc or two at Morton Estate. Today, we had a lovely lunch at the Beach RSA and Rick made damn fine pasta the other night. Life in ‘Godzone’ is very agreeable.
