Holiday reports

I'd quite forgotten the impact of holiday time on how New Zealand operates. The fact that we've had to set the alarm for MT in the morning to catch his train on time has reminded me that during the holiday season much of National Radio (our favourite NZ channel) has gone on holiday too.

Instead of lively chat and reports on home and world news we have some idiot who yesterday spent at least 3 minutes talking about the fact he'd left his glasses at home and had borrowed some glasses from his mate. Agh, it's just not what you need when you're trying to wake up. Doom and gloom stories of the world is what makes you listen more intently not drivel about someone's lack of reading capability.

So we're enjoying a review of almost every National Radio programme where they play back snippets of what they thing was the best of their broadcasting last year. It's been really lame and I'm almost wishing that we could get back listening to the stories of Harry Wakatipu which annoyed me so much last year.

Still, this domestic executive doesn't have time for lying in bed listening to the radio. I'm up with the larks, or rather the puppies, for their morning routine. Then it's grass watering duties before finally slumping into Domestic Executive HQ for a spot of email and blog catching up. All this is a rest before the days work really begins!

Away from the routine of DE life, I'm still relishing the beauty of the place that we live. The morning's are crisp and bright with our two friendly parakeets flying around and watching the feral bunnies hop around the bottom of the garden (if only they knew there were two hungry hounds watching them too!).

Did I tell you that the goats escaped and haven't come back? Not best pleased about that. Our neighbour hadn't secured the fencing properly so this dinky family I had come to love are now fending for themselves up in the forestry area. Maybe they'll come back and if they do I'm planning to kidnap (sorry, excuse the pun) and bring them over the fence to live with the rabbits at the bottom of the garden. Psst, don't tell MT he doesn't know about this plan yet!