On Saturday, March 26, Sara and I were married on Sandy Beach. We had a splendid day.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Trims and Tides
A week to go to our wedding. Iwan has just jetted in and was whisked straight from Coffs International Airport to Stuart and Glen's digital telly where we could watch the Wales-Ireland game. It would be unseemly to gloat here, so I'll do it elsewhere instead.
Yesterday, Sara went off to a rehearsal at the hairdresser's. The idea of a rehearsal for a haircut was new to me, I must admit. I've been banned from visiting my barber between now and the ceremony on the grounds that I might end up looking like a convict, as usual. I went surfing instead (nasty southerlies whipped up a viscous sweep. Very tricky). However, I did check the tides for next Saturday. As we're getting married on the beach, this seemed like a good move, though possibly I've left it a bit late. Nearly everyone can swim, or at least float, and we'll have a surf board on hand for signing the register, so I think we'll be fine. Could give new meaning to the phrase "the sea of matrimony." On the other hand, as they say here, "she'll be right, mate."
Yesterday, Sara went off to a rehearsal at the hairdresser's. The idea of a rehearsal for a haircut was new to me, I must admit. I've been banned from visiting my barber between now and the ceremony on the grounds that I might end up looking like a convict, as usual. I went surfing instead (nasty southerlies whipped up a viscous sweep. Very tricky). However, I did check the tides for next Saturday. As we're getting married on the beach, this seemed like a good move, though possibly I've left it a bit late. Nearly everyone can swim, or at least float, and we'll have a surf board on hand for signing the register, so I think we'll be fine. Could give new meaning to the phrase "the sea of matrimony." On the other hand, as they say here, "she'll be right, mate."
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Surfing At Home
Heard a Canadian comedian talking about his surfing lessons. He wasn't impressed and reckoned he could easily recreate the experience at home by drinking a bucket of sea-water, cutting his arms and legs with a blunt knife, and hitting himself on the head with a wooden plank. Twice.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Goodbye To All That
It was good while it lasted. For those of you who don't know, I start work on Monday as the constituency officer of our local MP and, yes, it is a proper, full-time job with an office and ties and pay and everything, just like I used to have and many of you still do.
I think it will be fun, and interesting as well, but I will miss my carefree existence. Well, I won't miss cleaning the house every week which is just as boring even if you try doing it the other way round. And not, obviously, spraying the eaves and window frames with noxious chemicals to reduce the herds of spiders hanging around, some poisonous, we think. Dealing with the invading mice, on the other hand, wasn't too bad. I found that the Australian equivalent of the Little Nipper mousetrap (proudly made in Bedwas) was a big improvement: it doesn't decapitate its victims so clearing up after a night of slaughter was relatively easy.
Ironically, I've only just discovered what seems to be an old codgers' surfing session on Sandy Beach which takes place after breakfast, if it's nice. I joined them this morning and it was all very sedate in contrast to going down after school when the air (and I do mean "the air") above the waves is full of youths on impossibly short and pointy boards. Something about 8ft long and rounded is de rigeur for the morning sessions. Ideally, any design on the board should be almost invisible under ancient layers of wax or faded to a mere suggestion from decades in the sun. Oh well, there's always the weekends.
I think it will be fun, and interesting as well, but I will miss my carefree existence. Well, I won't miss cleaning the house every week which is just as boring even if you try doing it the other way round. And not, obviously, spraying the eaves and window frames with noxious chemicals to reduce the herds of spiders hanging around, some poisonous, we think. Dealing with the invading mice, on the other hand, wasn't too bad. I found that the Australian equivalent of the Little Nipper mousetrap (proudly made in Bedwas) was a big improvement: it doesn't decapitate its victims so clearing up after a night of slaughter was relatively easy.
Ironically, I've only just discovered what seems to be an old codgers' surfing session on Sandy Beach which takes place after breakfast, if it's nice. I joined them this morning and it was all very sedate in contrast to going down after school when the air (and I do mean "the air") above the waves is full of youths on impossibly short and pointy boards. Something about 8ft long and rounded is de rigeur for the morning sessions. Ideally, any design on the board should be almost invisible under ancient layers of wax or faded to a mere suggestion from decades in the sun. Oh well, there's always the weekends.
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