Waikato Show

Posted on Sun 28 October 2007 at 10:29

Today, Melissa and I went to the Waikato  Show.  It was the most glorious day and we mooched about, ate junk, saw  loads of animals and generally had a really good day.  We saw:

alpacas

 and sheep

and donkeys

and a horse-shoe making competition

and many many horses and ponies, which for both of us, was the real reason for going. 

My clever Melissa took all the photos, she seems to have a better eye for it than I do.

It was a well earned day off and I am really pleased we went as it turned out be be such a lovely day - look at the sky in that last photo!

I finish work on the 26th of November and start work in Porirua on the 10th of December.  It is beginning to feel real now and thankfully is beginning to take over my thoughts - which as you can imagine, is a blessed relief from the last few weeks.  I have a removal company coming out tomorrow to give me an estimate for storage and removals so that will be a start at least.  I put one of my colleagues in the cardboard skip at work to retreive some boxes so I will be able to start putting some things away.  There again, I will probably wait and do it all in one mad rush nearer to the date.  I intend to move and worry about selling the house later.  It will sort itself out I'm sure, wether I worry about it or not.  I will be sad to leave work as most of the time I have enjoyed being there but not sad enough to want to stay here in Hamilton.  I can't think as far as Christmas at the moment, that is so far over the horizon as I deal with each new day that I can't really imagine it happening this year.   I have no idea what I will do on Christmas Day this year but I fully intend to enjoy it and look forward to the New Year and a new life.

And talking of selling the house, I was absolutely incandescent with rage yesterday.  We had an open home yesterday.  That means the estate agent comes round for half an hour (you go out) and people come in and have a wander about your house with a view to buying (or just plain noseyness!).  The stupid man let Poppy out and I didn't come in from work until 8.30 - he had left here at about 2pm.  The kittens could have died being left that long on their own.  Poor Poppy was frantic.  I phoned them up and tore them off a strip as you may imagine, I didn't mince my words.  I don't forsee that happening again!

Here she is, they are a day old in this photo.