Life's A Beach

Parking Practice

Not sure if it's the small car or the big garage or both, but I've not got the hang of parking yet ....

Garden View

This new place is amazing, every time you look down the Hutt Valley the view is different. 

Game of Thrones

Thank you Ponsonby, but I think I can update my own blog thank you very much!  I'm not getting above myself, just go and iron my tuxedo and we'll speak later.

Anyway, I now have a 40 minute train journey each way from Upper Hutt down to Wellington CBD (check it out on Google Earth).   So far - touch wood - it's been very reliable and good value at less than five of your English pounds each way. 

This extra time means I get to read again, and decided against trying the Harry Potter series and went instead for George R R Martin's Songs of Fire & Ice series, being a little more grown-up.  It's interesting reading the source novel for the TV series I've already seen - the characters all have faces and it matches pretty closely with the book.  

George is also obviously an Anglophile as the land's races (at least the ones features in the first book) are very British, particularly the Yorkshire-like Starks of Winterfell.  Very pessimistic about Winter coming, and probably about the state of their cricket team, too.

Ponsonby

 

Ah, welcome back to the blog, sir (or madam).   If I may introduce myself, my name is Ponsonby and I have the pleasure of updating Master Simon's blog on his behalf.

You see, Master Simon and Lady Christine have been so taken with their opulent new lifestyle that they have decided to take on a butler, namely oneself.

They have asked me to inform you that they are both very happy at the moment, with Master Simon enjoying the 40 minute train journey from Upper Hutt down to the City, and Lady Christine is currently content with pottering about the mansion enjoying the views and lack of noise.

Master Simon informs me that, due to the day being particularly agreeable, they are heading off in their "Mazda Midlife Crisis" -- as he calls it -- on a drive.  He tells me they are "going topless", which I dearly hope for the sake of property prices they were referring to the motor car ....

They tell me they are also enjoying temporary custody of their landlady's cat, a female tabby going by the curious name of "Louis".   I must say it does nothing for me except rub up against surfaces as I'm trying to clean and perpetually scratch the carpet, the wretched thing.

Apparently Lady Christine is rather vexed that the shipping agents have yet to manage clearing their belongings through customs, which is rather a relief as I'm sure there'll be much more cutlery requiring a good clean.

Master Simon has also been mentioning something about a phantom that is a menace of some order, which he plans to view in 3D - it's all beyond me but I'm assuming he's referring to some kind of release at the picture palace.  He keeps muttering cryptically about Jar Jar something, mixed in with rather salty language I'd rather not repeat here.

My my, is that the time already?  Here I am nattering away when there are surfaces to be dusted!  I think I shall sneak a slice of Lady Christine's divine ginger cake while they are away.

Toodles!

Yours,

 

Ponsonby.