Wednesday 18 September
When I was a kid, my dad had the weirdest sayings that he would trot out and drop into conversations as little non sequiturs.
We had one with a zip up the back, but the bubble burst and the wheel fell off.
This one came to mind yesterday when N received a call from his dad to say that they might need the car because the wheel had fallen off the van.
Luckily B was reversing slowing out of a carpark when it happened, so she was fine (we’ve repeatedly said to each other “Isn’t it lucky you were going so slowly, and we weren’t hurtling around country roads?”). It turns out that a fairly recently replaced ball joint failed again, and so we’re now down to one car. Which seats five. And there are 6 of us. 🙂
So N and I did what anyone else would do… skipped straight from house hunting to car shopping. We popped into a car yard and peeked into lots of different cars and took one for a test drive. I set off, and at the first roundabout, it stalled as I braked. It was an automatic, so it definitely wasn’t my bad driving that caused it. In the 15 seconds it took me to figure out why it was suddenly unresponsive, and heavy to steer, the car behind me had had enough, honked a few time, and passed me while muttering and making cross faces at me. Ah, Kiwi drivers. I’d forgotten how impatient you can be.
After the car shopping, we headed to the beach. It’s pretty sad that this is day 10, and it’s our first proper trip to the beach, which is about 20 minutes from the house. The weather was lovely, warm, still and bright. We walked onto the beach to find it almost deserted, although some other people came along shortly.
Looking up the beach to Mount Maunganui
Looking out to sea
Looking at a large rock thing. It probably has a name. 🙂
The girls tried to collect every shell they could see, and clambered over rocks and paddled at the edge of the water. Then this happened:
By the time we left, they were both drenched, from the neck down – somehow having kept their hair dry! We wandered back up the beach to the car, and found that B, ever organised, keeps towels in the back of the car. So the girls had to strip down, and get wrapped in a towel for the journey home. We stopped by the lovely cafe at the top of the beach to grab some cakes for afternoon tea.
Later in the evening, S said: “This is one of the best times of my life!”
I’ll take that.
(For more pics of the girls, N & I frolicking at the beach, hop over to Facebook.)