It was a warm day and they didn't wet down the track, so there was loads of dust. I mistakenly wore thongs and my feet were black with dust be the end of the day. It was a good day. A long one though, my brothers 40th birthday celebrations continued into the night, with a hungi feast, awesomely prepared by his maori mate, Mick.
Did I mention while helping put hungi roasts onto trays, my feet were dribbled with meat juices, just for good measure to meld in with the dirt that was already caked on my feet. Gross. My dad laughed at me as I kicked off my thongs. Classy.
It was a real shame his twin brother wasn't there to celebrate with him and his family. He was missed. You don't need to hear about the bullshit that is involved with him not being there. Even I'm not clear on the bullshit that is involved! It is just a shame. I do hope that fences can be mended for the future, I would hate for us all, especially my TWIN brothers, not to remain close.
I really didn't take many photos, and I should have. I just couldn't be bothered. I am such a goose.
Brett stayed in the caravan overnight at my brothers. I thought of him with a chuckle and a 'suck shit', just after 8am, when I heard the roar of the cars starting up, from the other side of town. It must have been a rude awakening! There would have been some sore heads.
I cleverly came home with the girls about 10pm, they were asleep in five minutes and I hit the shower to wash the dirt off.
|People lined the fence on Willowbank Road for a free look see.|