Merry Christmas!!!
I spent Christmas in Hastings and had an amazing time :D
I stayed with the Mcrory family who moved out here from Pitlochry around 18 months ago.
It was so much fun and I felt right at home...
In the lead up to Chritsmas there was many secret presents hiding around the house.
From Tuesday till Christmas day we kept 6 chickens hidden in the vegetable patch and Graham didnt notice at all! All week we kept collecting the eggs so we had to eat eggs all the timein order to hide the fact that more kept appearing even though we wernt going shopping....
There was many an occasionn where we almost let it slip or he was walking towards them and we had to put him in the other direction :P
Like in the case of the pigs...
For the grandparents, Christine and Fergus the family had decided to get them piglets. So on Christmas eve Karys, Lisbeth and I drove for an hour to collect these pigs. On the way there it was great bacuse it was sunny I was got to drive in automatic (YAY go me)
But the minute these four piglets got in the car everything changed... I have never smelt anything as bad as these pigs, it was worse than the worst smell you have ever smelt.
We hid the pigs in a little makeshift pen in the barn down the garden and then went out in the afternoon...
Later on on our way home from Napier we got a slightly worried phonecall...
Christine had been sitting in her living room and had looked up and seen four pigs run past :P
So the rest of the afternoon was spent searching for these pigs...
One was chased all the way across the road and through a few vineyards and gardens untill we caught it, that was the wee red one that we called Katie Morag- cute, small and red head, likes to travel... :P
After that polava Graham took Karys, Duncan and I to the warehouse to buy secret santa presents only to get a call on the way home to say the pigs had escaped again.......
So we spent another half an hour chasing the pigs around the garden but we couldnt find one so after another ages of looking we went back to the house.
We started making dinner and hanging out and then forty-five minutes later the wee pig comes trotting back to the garden and over to pen. :] we named that pig Homer because it came home.
I spent Christmas in Hastings and had an amazing time :D
I stayed with the Mcrory family who moved out here from Pitlochry around 18 months ago.
It was so much fun and I felt right at home...
In the lead up to Chritsmas there was many secret presents hiding around the house.
From Tuesday till Christmas day we kept 6 chickens hidden in the vegetable patch and Graham didnt notice at all! All week we kept collecting the eggs so we had to eat eggs all the timein order to hide the fact that more kept appearing even though we wernt going shopping....
There was many an occasionn where we almost let it slip or he was walking towards them and we had to put him in the other direction :P
Like in the case of the pigs...
For the grandparents, Christine and Fergus the family had decided to get them piglets. So on Christmas eve Karys, Lisbeth and I drove for an hour to collect these pigs. On the way there it was great bacuse it was sunny I was got to drive in automatic (YAY go me)
But the minute these four piglets got in the car everything changed... I have never smelt anything as bad as these pigs, it was worse than the worst smell you have ever smelt.
We hid the pigs in a little makeshift pen in the barn down the garden and then went out in the afternoon...
Later on on our way home from Napier we got a slightly worried phonecall...
Christine had been sitting in her living room and had looked up and seen four pigs run past :P
So the rest of the afternoon was spent searching for these pigs...
One was chased all the way across the road and through a few vineyards and gardens untill we caught it, that was the wee red one that we called Katie Morag- cute, small and red head, likes to travel... :P
After that polava Graham took Karys, Duncan and I to the warehouse to buy secret santa presents only to get a call on the way home to say the pigs had escaped again.......
So we spent another half an hour chasing the pigs around the garden but we couldnt find one so after another ages of looking we went back to the house.
We started making dinner and hanging out and then forty-five minutes later the wee pig comes trotting back to the garden and over to pen. :] we named that pig Homer because it came home.
The chickens stayed hidden untill after midnight on Christmas eve when we put Nigel into a box and gave it to him, he was so surprised :]
