Well, we have been here in Dunedin nearly a week now. Aside from resting up, which I have found absolutely necessary for both of us, we have been spending some real quality time with my youngest son, Ian, his delightful wife Leasa & their oh so charming daughter, Conaire. We have done bit of looking around & spent a wonderful afternoon with them in the park & Botanical Gardens, feeding ducks & just enjoying sunshine & fresh air. Sadly, anything other than strictly local has had to be curtailed. At least until tomorrow anyway. You see, Sherman has started to haemhorrage body fluids. Nothing major, just a leaking bottom radiator hose I hope, but enough to make me reluctant to go anywhere out of town.
But tonight we went out. Tonight I took Jude to The House Of Pain. To the uninitiated, that’s Carisbrooke Rugby Park, the soon to be demolished home of many bitter battles in New Zealand rugby. Not one of those dubious places where you go for a tie up & a quick whip round. It wasn’t a major game or anything, just a mid week ITM super 12 match between the home team, Otago & the visitors, Taranaki, but it was one of those beautiful nights that are just made for Rugby. You know the type, crisp clean & clear, with a low enough temperature to make you glad that you have your warmest scarf & jacket on, not to mention those rather unfashionable striped long john thermals you bought before you left.
Anyway, we had a great time. The crowd was light so that meant easy parking clo9se to the gate & seating in a special area reserved for wheelchairs. The game wasn’t exactly edge of the seat material, but just the atmosphere was everything. My bum ended up frozen, but Jude really enjoyed it & that’s the main thing
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