thoroughly enjoying
Suzza and Wazza's hospitality.
I stayed with them in their well appointed, bespoke* home
from which the magnificent vista of Coronet Peak (skifield)
and Cardonna (also a skifield) can be viewed, breathtakingly.
Conversation flowed,
AB rugby was watched
(trounced France - voila!)
Richie Mccaw was capped with his 100th game cap
by the very ill and very strong Jock Hobbs.
Enough to make you shed a tear or two
except that we call had varying degrees of colds
so we had in fact been involuntarily crying the whole evening.
I ate bread
(sudden intake of breathe, with horror)
Oh did I eat bread!
Warm, crusty, artisan bread
with nothing but melting butter that made my saliva glands
weak with anitcipation for it's divine buttery, yeasty taste.
Not unlike the knees of any red blooded woman
when viewing Sonny Bill with his shirt off
(admittedly after seeing so many photos of Sonny Bill over the last couple of weeks,
his shirt off but over his head.
I have realised this image in fact is a perfect way
of viewing him in all his buff, run like the wind glory).
My golly goodness warm, crusty bread dripping with butter
and a big, fat All Black win
and Mccaw's multitude of moments of well deserved glory,
good friends, new and old(ish)
plans for the future
(nope not moving to Queenstown,
my moisturiser bill would be too huge)
a comfy chair
and the softest pillows on my bed was bliss**.
If Suzza and Wazza ever invite you stay at their place,
take them up.
Lovely hosts thems were.
* Bespoke: Tossy, overused word to describe timeless, elegance and craftsmanship - a good word all the same and oft used by our man on the telly programme Grand Designs.
** I was not in bed at the time of said bread eating but had to mention the blissful, softness of good pillows in a bed warmed by an electric blanket - ahhhh.
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