Up the road for Christmas with the family. Only one missing is the brother whose wedding we will attend in March 08. Subject to copyright we may yet post photos.
The old fella in red was very good to us. We had a techie year replete with Barbie Girl (not your ordinary blond bimbo), a PS3 (for the YC and his warbling sister) and a Squeezebox for les parents. The YC has a penchant for discovering and chewing our Cds so we had to commit our musical history to a greater memory than we'll ever have. It all slots in well with the wireless broadband router we already have in situ, but with this new installation of gear I have a feeling we're going to need a Wii for personal health reasons...or maybe just a tinfoil hat.
Enamoured with, and still under the spell of new technology we went for a walk to the Heritage District of this provincial New Zealand town. A not-tooo-bad snack at the Milford Whisky distillery and then a wander back home to mes parents. With some trepidation at purchasing new technology we thought 'what better place to test the depth of penetration' than the local video store.
A quick sweep of the store found us lost and low and behold (or quel horreur), the Cook actually asked for directions!!!! "Do you have any Blue Ray movies?" and low came a curt, abrupt and contemptuous snap back: "No!! The air from her lungs was so haughty that it pushed us towards the door like naughty school kids where a till assistant wished The Cook a hearty 'see ya later.' The Cook, on stumbling out the door in mirth felt like he'd need a cold shower when he got home.
I reinforced blond stereotypes and am forced to admit I didn't catch the drift of what had just gone down (so to speak) until The Cook educated me outside the door. I laughed all the walk home, interspersed with cringes at the thought that the woman had made presumptions of what WE do with our Boxing Day!
