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Anyway, the glass arrived yesterday for the windows in the house. That means that the flooring, the windows, the walls and the ceiling are all sat here waiting to go in. If we had another 50 Stevens around I'd say the house would be finished next week.
He obtained the head bruise whilst shopping for my Christmas present.
Wendy and Brendon wanted their wedding to be fun. They have a very close relationship that allows for silliness, and laughing, and whispering jokes to eachother, and they wanted the wedding they planned to reflect all of that, and also be quite different, and dramatic.
The date wasn't a surprise, luckily, just the venue. The guests were to convene at the railway station at 2.30pm and wait for instructions. Brendon arrived to meet them there in his suit, and like a well groomed version of the pied piper, he led them in a random fashion through town to the Rialto Cinema. Each guest then received a box of popcorn, before being seated in one of the old fashioned cinema theatres to watch a funny slideshow of Wendy and Brendon growing up (and then meeting - by speed dating!! Isn't that cool? I don't know anyone who has actually met doing that, and they were BOTH there as wingmen to support a friend too!)
Once the slideshow finished, Wendy was escorted down the aisle by her brother to meet a very smiley Brendon infront of the big screen. They had a very sweet ceremony, with personally written vows, and then a huge onscreen fireworks display to coincide with the kiss.
Pretty cool ey? It was also all lovely and dark and romantic (ISO 5000 people!) and so cool to be part of something a little different.
NOTE: Titanic steamed up car-hands - not my idea. Brendon's idea!!!
Another wedding blog on it's way, as well as photographs of Elmer, asleep.
He entertains himself by climbing up and down the front step whilst I work. Life is very very busy at the moment and I'm up till midnight working on images and emailing. At times like this I long for winter. It's knackering trying to look after a baby/toddler and work at the same time. Hopefully this time next year life will be a lot easier! Its all worth it though. Man alive, he is SO cute at the moment.
I'm off to pack - tomorrow we leave for Christchurch and then to the UK. We have 5 hours in transit at Singapore airport, where I am looking forward to the possibility of relaxing on a sun lounger next to the rooftop swimming pool!!!! I am thinking solely of this, and of meeting Elmer's grandparents in London, and NOT the 36 hour plane trip with a 10 month old... who has a cold.... and is teething....
Steven's brother Grant watching Elmer for us... although he looks more like a bouncer than a babysitter here....
The great thing about this stage is that we can see where all the doors and windows fit. Elmer is sitting infront of a big picture window below.. there will be a nice wide window seat underneath for lying on and reading books:
The dogs are thinking "That's it, you just stand around looking innocent cows.... but one slip-up and we're on to you.."
I almost wasn't going to post this blog entry, simply because part of the reason I have a blog is for clients to get to know me.. and I know at least 3 or 4 people who won't like the image below because they are vegetarians. I didn't want a potential client to come on here, think "she's a callous murderer!" and then not book me. But that's silly. There's no point not being honest about our lifestyle here. We are meat eaters, and intend to have free range animals on our land that we will eventually eat. And as a meat eater, I want to know that whatever I'm eating had a happy, humane and stress-free life.
Chicken brothers Reggie and Ronnie (Hussein's sons) were named after the Kray twins since their main hobby in the chicken lair was to peck and bully everyone else. This weekend we killed Reggie and ate him for Sunday lunch. I say "we" but actually Steven did the former and I took care of the latter cooking part. Just before I put the chicken in the oven I remembered that we ought to get a photograph of Steven with his first home-butchered chicken!
I collected all the fluffy down feathers so I could make a pillow out of them at some point.. but whilst we were busy preparing the chicken.. the dogs got hold of the bag of feathers and tore it apart, spreading chicken feathers EVERYWHERE. There is one in my car, even though I don't remember opening my car door yesterday. Considering the luxurious lifestyle I treat the dogs too I wasn't impressed with their behaviour. Here they are relaxing on the front step in a pile of their duvets after a stroll on the beach:
Anyway, Reggie was very tasty and provided enough for a roast dinner for 4. Plus if I'm extra housewife-keen I might make a chicken stock out of him too. For those who've been reading my blog awhile, I just want you to rest assured that Hussein is pretty safe for the meantime since he's such a gent.