Hello, long time no keyboard strokes to fill you in on the ongoing saga of a Khandallah clan.
Autumn has arrived. As soon as the hacks got back on the jet plane, the sun went away, the southerly wind came and the heating has been on. The clocks have jumped and the world is darker. Though nothing like 3-30 in the afternoon in December up north.
It is currently school holidays. As such the delightful ones are being entertained. As I type, Joe and Isaac are at basketball holiday camp in Newtown. Shooting at the hoop is their new sport. Joe has been angling to play for ages, I suspect mainly to have an excuse to add to his polyester sports shirt collection. Isaac has been encouraged by one of his friends and by her mum, who is a basketball “nut”. Both have taken to it at midweek hoop club, and now we are looking for a new hoop, back board set-up for the garden. They start playing matches next term. More ferrying to enjoy.
Eleanor is out shopping with a friend. What else. Though to be fair, yesterday she was in the role of carer and did a fine job. Dad was at work, and Mum was in Dunedin, on a day-trip for work.
The Hacks were in “God’s Own’ during the Easter school holidays. We met up with them initially in Queenstown. No mean feat! The drive from Wellington was somewhat longer than we had obviously appreciated when first looking and agreeing. A day there, and day back. However, two days in the bright warm sunshine of Queenstown, and the warm glow of the Hacks made for a good time. I took the old camera, and took images on transparency film. Totally screwed exposure;not sure why, and so only one out of thirty any good-not a good hit rate in anyones’ book.
