Home is the sailor, home from the pottery.

 

So, I hate the way everyone seems to start a sentence with 'so' these days, we have returned from Himatangi but will return on Thursday. My next job is to try to cut all the grass. Today I will buy the biggest, most robust weedeater  I can find. The grass is thick with runner things all through it.

Something like this.

This will not be an easy job.

Shelley has been very generous in letting people take stuff - she even hid some keys for a couple of people to use, which they have. Unfortunately things have got out of hand. I suspect that one person has spread the word to their wider family. Maybe the wider family spread the word too? 

Someone took the door off a little brick 'shed'. That's right, they took the door belonging to one of the structures on the property! Another person left a note saying they plan to take a gate from around the back of the property. 

Enough!

I took the hidden keys and left a note to leave the gate where it is. I'm also trying to work out who took the door. This is called taking advantage. We're trying to make the place look nice, and it's a lot of hard work, and expense, in Steve's memory. I suspect that some other people are just trying to get things to sell.

In just under two weeks we will have a remembrance ceremony. I have put together a trio for the event. Daryl, my brother and guitarist, asked me what the trio will be called. I told him that it will be called The July Guys Trio. Well, it IS July. George is on bass.

That's it from me. I need to do some practice and buy a huge weedeater.

Ciao tutti.