I am sitting in the kitchen watching my Turkish bread rising and I have a batch of chocolate croissants in the oven. This batch will likely be demolished with a flat white of my own preparing and I will have to bake another before Attila the Wife and I go over to Diamond Harbour today for lunch with her cousin and her husband. However, while the rising and baking is going on, there is the opportunity to listen to my friend Charlotte's Queens Birthday broadcast on Radio NZ National (she's not the Queen and while her pronouncements are important, she's unlikely to be summarily declaring that I have a knighthood and she's dissolved the government in favour of a benevolent dictatorship headed by me). I also have the chance to look back over a lovely long weekend.
Friday saw a thankful end to a week where I did battle against an exam on the most tedious topic in Christendom - Advanced Land Law. There are goblin-like pinstriped lawyers in oak panelled offices who have prolific sprouts of coarse grey hair coming from their ears, eyebrows and noses and have been practicing land law for sixty years who haven't completely come to grips with it yet. I never stood a chance and it was a weary and careworn author who, along with Attila the Wife was hosted for dinner by a couple who are eagerly anticipating their nom de guerre for this blog, which incidentally are The Godmother and The Godfather: they happen to be the officeholders of Godparents to Attila the Wife and I rather like the sinister air that this gives them, but in reality in the world of competitive loveliness they are in the top ten in the country and are assured of an Olympic berth when this becomes an event at the 2016 Rio Olympic Games.
Enzymes not included. |
This made perusing Facebook of a Saturday all the more pleasurable to see who of my friends got more plastered than James Hardy the night before. Having so many friends in the world of hospitality means that this category of people is extensive. Some choice quotes include these two gems:
"It hurts to live this morning."
"I've been doing some deep thinking and Jewish maths. Realised in my adult life I've spent over 20k on alcohol, cigarettes and gambling. The rest I've squandered."
The Excelsior Building: now home to a flock of rock pigeons. |
We named this the pineapple tree because we weren't entirely sure there wasn't a bloody great pineapple growing out the top of it. We couldn't be bothered going to look. |
And so is that was the long weekend that was that will end with lunch in Diamond Harbour and me presenting my pub quiz tonight. I will go back to the grind tomorrow morning content. It is time to put the bread in the oven and the croissants were delicious thank you. I hope your weekend was just as fulfilling.
N'awwww, this almost makes me miss the Excelsior. And oh Lord, that Lions test. My overwhelming memory of that night is needing to pee for about five hours and being unable to get away from the bar for the requisite 30 seconds. What a night, haha.
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