Himatangi here I come.
In a car sitting on my bum.
Looking forward to an evening in Foxton,
One thing's for sure, I certainly won't feel boxed in.
There'll be many things to do!
Himatangi here I come!
Okay, let's slow down a bit. I don't think it's going to be a bundle of laughs in either Himatangi or Foxton. It'll probably feel a bit like being around some of these blogs lately. I hope Peter and Robert can buck up their ideas while I'm away. Peter promised us thoughtful posts and Robert, well, he's giving us nothing. Come to think of it, nothing has changed. Maybe a night in Foxton will be refreshing and open up new options?
Well, sometimes you have to be optimistic.
Ciao tutti.
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Maybe you can spend some of your time thinking up better lyrics in case you decide to ruin any other nice songs.
Bitch!
I just spent a day doing heavy manual work and you're worried about a bloody song!
Sheesh!
When you get yourself home and there's no restaurants,
That's Foxton.
When there's only two pubs filled old guys with beer,
That's Foxton.
Ha ha - I meant to tell you before that the chances of getting a good chardonnay - or even a cleanskin chardonnay in a Foxton pub are about as likely as The Holy Ghost coming to visit you tonight.
I take it, by the atrocious state of your grammar and scan that you did actually partake of some of the amber liquid that was on offer.
Well, Robert loves me.
You want to watch out. Now that he's given up religion that whole 'loving you' thing has another connotation.
Survived the night in 'New Zealand's own fox town', as the sign used to say when they were fishing for a theme to advertise the place. Now it's gone all Dutch, with a cafe called 'Cafē De Molen and a windmill. The nightlife can be found in it's two pubs. The nightlife had an average age of well over 70. Maybe the young people go to Palmy for a good night out? The heating went off for quite a long time through the night. A pity because it was a cold night. We stayed in a place called the Post Office Hotel. It is run by a nice lady. The hotel part had closed down. There was no soap or handwash in the bathroom. Fortunately we had some sanitiser in the car. It's back to Himatangi today and home later. This clean up is a huge job. At least I got a very good workout yesterday. Part two starts soon.
'Cafe De Molen'. Sorry.
"The nightlife had an average age of well over 70."
No doubt you helped push up that average when you walked in.
Those small town hotels can be a challenge but in a funny way they will be missed if and when they completely disappear.
My experience of these has been in small towns in Australia with once grand hotels now partly closed down with a few rooms operating. That absence of soap thing was usual and they all seemed to have candlewick bedspreads.
One had a bath right in the middle of the bedroom with an old fashioned shower head above it - no shower curtains. Weird!
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