Of fun, farewells and seeping black loneliness.......

I had a good weekend if one removes the hours spent working.

My garden has been planted. Something I first grew to love in my bachelor days was rose trees. I started growing them in pots on the balconey of the little pad in which I used live. Well since I am on my own again and have a balconey it stands to reason I would again have a rose tree. Kevin, Marihanda, thank you for a bit of Black Magic.
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Self indulgently I did go horse riding again on Sunday. Awesome ride on Casper, a horse with a stride that is just awesome. Cantering with Casper is a little like riding a rocking horse with wings.


On the farewell side I feel surprisingly heartsore to say goodbye to my feline friend who adopted me when I moved. It seems Frank has moved on. Every evening I feel a dull ache. I miss the little dude waiting for me when I arrive home with his friendly hello and playful paws. Farewell and Adieu Frank. I hope you found a greener pasture with lots of critters to chase. In your own feline way you made my first uncertain moments of a new life that much easier. I miss you dammit.
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Maybe the loss of Frank combined with having good weekends is making the week nights seem just a little to rough right now. I have found the last few nights to be very lonely. Not just for a lack of companionship but the physical presence of another person. Yes, I have friends and family I could go see, I cannot do that all the time though. Fuel Bills offer a big restraint for me right now. Anyway enough of that blues song pity party.

On the upside, my kiddies are all coming this weekend. I look forward to seeing them. :)

In other news just in I have borrowed a bicycle and hope to start cycling this evening.

Okay thats me in a nutshell

Punch Buggies and Hug Buggies.........

The kids have had a long standing game called Punch Buggy. The rules are simple the first person to spot a Volksie Beetle gets to thump the others with the words Punch Buggy, Nix. The nix been all important, since you don't wanna get thumped in return.

Of course it is not hard to imagine that sometimes the punches are a little too vigourous and the game can rapidly collapse into misery and tears. So after another game collapse a few weeks ago that ended in tears, I implemented a new rule in dad's car. Any child who plays Punch Buggy, would be would be the receipient of all kinds of punishment. No more punch buggies would be tolerated. The kids been resourceful and not wanting to give up on the competitive nature of the game, devised the all new and improved Hug Buggy. Every time a Volksie Beetle is spotted hugs are freely and vigourously dished out. Now that I do not mind been the receipient off.

When I feel like I need some cuddles from my kids I will be taking them past my new favourite car dealership. Victoria had her first trip there this weekend.

On Friday evening I took daddies little chicken (Victoria) to a Halloween bash held at her cousins Erin and Dylan's school. Mayhem and magic ensued for the Cat, the Vampire and the man with the gunshot wounds. Dylan was the perfect gentleman, and escorted Victoria through the cave of terror multiple times, ensuring that Victoria's cup of Hot Chocolate did not run empty. The adults, got to spend time sipping cocktails and smoking a cigar or two. A fine evening.
This is the view of Brixton around nightfall.

Saturday, Victoria and I spent at the swimming pool complete with a picnic lunch. A nice lazy day. Four and a half hours of swimming left at least one of us exhausted. I promised Victoria a nice roast with potatoes , pumpkin, vegetables and rice. I prepared the promised meal, unfortunately chicks was fast asleep long before dinner was served. I figured at least I have a nice lunch already prepared now for the next day An early night for both of us.

Early Sunday morning I was woken by a very hungry chicken. It seemed like a good idea to go and explore the new Argentinian Bakery that had opened up across the road within the last week. So pasteries in hand we took walk around the neighbourhood.
It was nice just walking, talking and listening to the birds and distant churchbells.

After our walk we took drive out to the Rosebank fleamarket. It was nice to walk around eating ice cream and looking at the stalls. Victoria was enchanted by all the esoteric stalls that had either fairies or crystals. Daddy's new age Chicken ;)

Our roasted lunch was yummy even if I do say so myself. The afternoon was spent at my brothers place, afterwhich I took my chicken home.

The hardest part for me about weekends with the kids,(be it one or all of them), is taking them home and saying goodbye on Sunday Evenings.

A few Sundowners at my Brothers place in the evening went down rather well and eased the moment. Thanks Guys

Overall a good weekend.