Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Rugby World Cup Fever Strikes - Or Luke Warmness, Perhaps

I must confess that where rugby is concerned I know little and care less (as I confided to Mrs Peaceable in a frank moment one day.)  It is a shameful admission in a country where rugby rules and every man and sometimes his dog has an opinion as to who should be included in the national team, who should be omitted, and where the coaches have gone wrong.  For years I have been able to happily ignore the whole topic and when I discovered the Rugby World Cup was coming to our fair shores I found it hard to suppress my groans at the waste of money and the inconvenience which would be caused to the citizenry. 







Fireworks over the harbour to celebrate the opening of the Rugby World Cup

Now that it has arrived though it is best to keep any doubts about the benefits of the world cup to myself and just enjoy it as much as possible and so far it has been very enjoyable!  The opening ceremony was brilliant, the fireworks magnificent and all the trials and tribulations with inadequate transport facilities added a certain piquancy to the proceedings.  At my workplace the staff decorated their offices with the flags of the countries whose teams they were supporting and one lady even managed to incorporate a flag into her hairstyle!  The people of the Kingdom of Tonga in particular spared no effort in their enthusiastic support for their team, their cars were festooned with flags and they flocked to the airport to welcome the team on the day of their arrival.  There was a carnival spirit all through the city on the day of the opening ceremony and first game, and though I still secretly might think the whole thing was a ridiculous waste of money we might as well enjoy the spectacle.  

Monday, September 12, 2011

Lord Raglan Pushes The Boat Out

Poor Lord Raglan is teased mercilessly (not least by Lady Raglan, it has to be said) because he is very careful with his pennies.  But on his birthday he likes to leave his estate and come to the city to celebrate with family and friends, and on this special occasion he treats them all to a slap up meal.  Last year the event was a bit of a fiasco (to be brutally honest) because the dining establishment selected was not of the finest.  The staff were rude, the food arrived at strange intervals (one of the diners was still receiving their entrĂ©e when some of the others had completed their pudding), the meals were cold, and of course nobody let Lord Raglan forget this unfortunate occasion.  So this year when his birthday came round again we pleaded with him to be reckless and take us to a more salubrious establishment.  We all went to Monsoon Poon and had a wonderful time, then on the way home called in at a lovely bar called Racket for nightcaps.  The whole evening was a resounding success. 
 Monsoon Poon

Colourful decor, party atmosphere

Hanging gardens in Britomart quarter

 Racket bar for late night libations
Pretty twinkling nightlights
The Squire and his good lady wife attended of course and were only a shadow of their former selves.  They had both lost a large amount of weight and we were keen to know how they had done it.  The Squire informed us that it was through eating tuna and drinking coffee, which did not sound particularly enjoyable, but his good lady wife said that the weight loss had been accomplished by eating healthy foods, so perhaps they were not both following the same plan. 
Lady Raglan announced that the time had come for us to increase the enjoyment factor in our lives.  She chided us for being absorbed with grandbabies, renovations and work for the last couple of years and insisted that we return to our former carefree ways.  It has to be said that we were formerly known as “rent a crowd” and had a passion for any kind of dress up party, so much so that once when a mother of the bride was telling me about her daughter’s wedding plans I asked whether she had her “costume” arranged yet!  Lady Raglan prevailed of course (she is a formidable woman and a force to be reckoned with) and so from now on we are going to arrange monthly get togethers, which will be a welcome break from our workaday lives and home improvements.  Clever Lady Raglan, I can’t wait.  

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Spring At Last! (For Sure This Time)


It was a heavenly weekend at Shoestring Cottage.  First thing on Saturday morning after our weekly trip across the road to strip the library's shelves of reading matter, Mr Shoestring and I went to the monthly country market in the next town.  I have to admit I was rather rash, throwing caution to the winds and buying these two mirrors ($1 each) to add to my growing collection of motley old mirrors.  That was courtesy of the bowling club garage sale, and there were some choice plants for 20 cents each as well!

 These ones will join these ones in the Gypsy Room


I was very pleased because I also found these two placemats (20 cents each).  I love the thought that somebody spent such a long time hand embroidering the one with roses and "Good Morning" emblazoned upon it.  Not surprisingly, there was only one and not a set of six or eight.  Note how there is a little pocket to put a napkin into, isn't that so special?

 Little pocket in lower right hand corner 


Also there were some stalls with plants for sale and we found lots of healthy irises and perennials.  If the irises flower true to their descriptions the garden at Shoestring Cottage will be a feast for the eyes in due course.  
 But for now we have to content ourselves with polyanthus

 and pansies and primulas

After a frenzied planting session I had a leisurely Summit Meeting with B2, a darling friend who lives in the next town.  We went to a cafe which is in an old bank building and solved all the problems of the world.  The decor is homely and cosy, the place is full of old china and comfy sofas and there are books and magazines to thumb through as you have your coffee.  We could happily have spent all day there but eventually realised that we were the only remaining patrons and the proprietress had completed all her daily tasks and was only waiting for us to leave so that she could lock up.  To make a perfect end to the day Mr and Mrs Peaceable invited us to their place for dinner, fresh fish and delicious risotto, heavenly!  Mrs Peaceable even let me have Flossie sit on the sofa with me for a cuddle, bliss!

Floss, the best dog in the world, wearing her most colourful jewellery

The broad beans are ready for picking, I will do some research and try to find some recipes which make them more palatable.  I have to admit that though they have recently become fashionable I still remember the ghastly broad beans of my childhood and it puts me off somewhat.  Apparently in ancient times virgins were forbidden from walking through fields of flowering broad beans because the perfume was so strong that they became intoxicated!  Personally I can hardly detect any scent from their flowers, but that may be because I am elderly and sensible and therefore less susceptible!