The grass in Ireland really is greener, at least in summer anyway.
Two months into an NZ summer and grass has a distinctly dry and brittle look. You lie on it to bask in sunshine and it tickles and prickles you through your cotton shorts and t-shirt.
This does not happen in Ireland. In Ireland it is too wet and cold for single layers of clothing. There is no sunshine to bask in. Sometimes the grey light is almost white, it's so bright, but it is still grey. The grass is soft and green and *wet*. Today, anyway.
I must stop this focus on NZ summer, it's not like I'm missing out on it!
Beau and I have been invited to stay with a friend at his farm this weekend. I fully intend to teach ppl Beanie and Font of Fame. I suspect that I will not be so good at Font of Fame without my awesomnest team mates of Zeph and Jenni. Those girls *get me* in an essential way. They also talk really, really fast. Which helps in games like this.
I've been thinking a lot about the bach in Waiterere recently. Good times. Any chance of some girly time there after New Years? Understand husbands, s/o, pets etc need affection and attention, but, but...
Point of Fashion: Not *all* black
Current Obsession: Ron the Body