Winter is upon us
Hi there. June flew past me while we continued to sort out the mess that used to be our house. With only the weekends to really get 'stuck in' to cleaning it up and sorting through all our hoarded positions, our progress is very slow. Most weekends shrink down to about a day when you take out the opportunities to watch decent rugby on Fox Sport.
The Super-12 final, with the Crusaders destroying the 'tahs, was a great day, but the victory was bitter-sweet because my group of work mates and friends have no idea how great the victory was. Needless to say, my mum did, and she sent me the bits from the local Christchurch paper, showing the team celebrating their win. The only joy I get out of the win, apart from the obvious joy of the team I support winning, is when I go up to Sydney, the home of the losing team, and gloat among my staff up there. A small and petty thing, but it's all I can do. Victorians just don't seem to get it.
Kirby is playing soccer each S...