The day after our forty year a Kiwi party.
No it's not a hangover it's me trying to repair an expensive sun umbrella.
No it wasn't
damaged in a drunken brawl.
This the true story of our 40th anniversary party [Labour Weekend 2013].
Bright, bright blue sky, blazing sunshine.
The events in this order fellow. Rural people will sympathise.
New Sun Brolly blown over [hence the picture on this
Guests start to arrive -
Power Cut. The lines blown down or trees or something.
A power cut where we live means,
No Electricity, No Water, No Flushing lavatories, No telephones [we have three cordless phones and are not avid mobile phone users]. No refrigeration. Not able to washup.Can't open garage door.
I remind you
that it was the Saturday of a holiday weekend.
We have 10,000 litres of water in a tank, so I filled gardening buckets with water [for loo flushing purposes] by dipping in tank [above head height] - in process soaking
my party clothes.
So at the start of the party we were somewhat disadvantaged to what we had hoped for! Some guests had already set off, others came anyway others tried to ring us.
Jan and I have a saying "things always work out in the end".
An hour later the God of the Power Lines relented and surprisingly our Power was restored. A little later the wind dropped and we were able to
revert to original plan for a party held inside and outside on the deck.
About half a dozen guests couldn't make it.
So everything worked out in the end - except
for that broken brolly!