Basically bloody buggered

I have now returned to my shack by the sea (sorry, Denise - it isn't really a shack - far from it) in Red Beach and the sea is sloshing against the bottom of the cliff while a "Swoon" compilation plays on the new CD player that Denise, the owner, was kind enough to istall in my absence.  Kind of "Music to Do Nothing By" which is exactly what I need today.
I've just had a  hectic week in Waihi with Georgia, Cassie and Amy and their menagerie of damaged and loony animals (yes, I'm talking to you, Simon).
About 4 years ago, my Uncle Sid & Aunt Rosemary sent me what is probably the most difficult jigsaw I have ever done.  Once I'd finished it, I shipped it off to Georgia in NZ safe in the knowledge that I would never see it again.  "Would you like to help me do a jigsaw, Dad?" says Georgia, all innocently.  "Love to," I replied and yup, here it is again.  We stayed up way too late doing it and, as you can see, progress was not exactly lightning speed.
Besides doing the jigsaw, we swam in the storm-tossed sea at Waihi Beach (free mouthful of sand with every wave) and in a couple of rivers.  I wisely left my camera at home and used my cellphone instead.  I haven't got a bloody clue how to get the photos off it so it may be some time before I post them if ever.


 Georgia and friends have done a great job glassing in (OK, plasticing in) half of her deck and we spent a lot of time out there listening to the rain thundering on it.  We also installed new lighting all  over the place, mostly in the kitchen, bathroom and carport and I must say it has improved the place no end.  The rangehood came very close to joining my list of "once in a lifetime" projects as wherever we tried to cut the required 150mm hole for the extractor, we hit a lump of structural timber.
And so I hit the road to Red Beach, accidentally leaving behind my red togs, my glutamine and the generous remnants of a leg of lamb - I hope we left it in the fridge as otherwise Georgia's greyhound, Poppy, is unlikely to get fed tonight.  On the way I stopped for a "rest" only to find I was observed by this fella - a weta.
And now I am completely and utterly buggered so, despite it being barely past 7:30 pm, I'm going to bed, having given strict instructions to my wonderful family that Dad is out of service until Thursday.

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