The holiday weekend is over again, and in many ways it was just typical. The weather on Saturday and Sunday was less than good, wet and cold followed by wet cold and windy. On the Monday the sun came out and M&D and the boys went off for a short walk in Wilton, admiring the trees and the peace and quiet, realtively, as there were plenty of other families around. We laid briefly in the sun and soaked up some cancer producing rays. Sara had already been out in the garden digging and planting, but more of that at later time.
Saturday night was a bg game at the stadium, Wellington against Canterbury, in the final of the provincial cup-a bit like the FA Cup final? It is the 4th time in five years Wellington have been in the final, and they managed to lose for the fourth time also. A good game to watch at the beginning, good atmosphere, though the crowd smaller than one would expect for a big final. Is it a sign provincial rugby does not count, a sign of economic woes generally or of rugby fatigue specifically? The game was tense, though as the rain became heavier, it became less of a spectacle, and more of a grind. The one-eyed cantabs defened well, got a try and hung on 7-6. A trudge home for the family.
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The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere
