Another frost this morning with Sam starting up the pump at 2:40am.

Ruby made him a chocolate cake before she went to bed so he’s happy.

Coffee and cake…what more could a man want during frost-fighting to keep awake and alert!…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

This new system of feedback coming to my email address now is working well as my email server filters out the rubbish.  Ha ha… bet the  spammers.…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Our colour choice for our house has inspired many.

One woman  up in Auckland sent me a photo of her house with one wall already painted Resene Triple Arrowtown and it looks stunning.

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Streaking is back in the news.

In 1974, streaking was the latest harmless craze.

Ray Stevens’ “The Streak” became a hit on the radio and most had a laugh when somebody was brave enough to ‘streak.’

It was basically a male dominated sport with men of all ages partaking.

It wasn’t deviant or sexual; it was just a naked person running like mad across a sports ground, down a street, across a backyard or the Roxburgh bridge. Yes folks,  Roxburgh had a streaker!

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Back in the seventies I was invited to watch a game of tennis with a friend.
Even though tennis had never interested me I thought I’d give it a go and see if it was as boring as I was convinced it was.

It was , and a quarter way through the game, just before I fell into a deep coma, I spied a streaker out of the corner of my eye.

I came alive and so did most of the crowd.

The streaker ran around like a headless chook for a minute and then made his escape.

Nobody assaulted him.

Everybody smiled.

And the game continued.

And this chubby little chap with a cheeky smile woke me from my near-miss coma.

What could have been a boring day turned out OK in the end.

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