Shelley and I spent the evening at a motel in Paraparaumu after attending a 100th birthday in Raumati.
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| What a 100-year-old guy looks like. |
The birthday went on for hours. I'd taken my violin because I heard there was going to be a jam. A good jazz band played between the formal bits but, when it came time for a bit of a 'jam', the hundred-year-old featured and a guy who looked about ninety-five joined in on his clarinet. I decided to give that bit a miss and headed back to our motel.
Not much is happening on the blogs. Robert is pretty insistent that he loves me, and Peter is just throwing in the odd comment. Normally with the sort of sarcasm that won't win him friends in Wainuiomata. Robert posted a video in my comments with a woman singing about loving her friends, or something. Maybe Robert would like to become a woman? Oh, no, he can't because of some rules the pope and bishops made.
We're back up in Raumati next Saturday for a funeral and, the following weekend we will be staying in Havelock North. It's a busy February. I'm also back at work this week.
That's it from me for today. I guess I'd better do some practice.
Ciao tutti.
