Bad

Up grub and out was the order of today as The Boss was really worried by the sky and sheep reports (wether) and thought that a stickathon in the hand was better than one in the snow. Lots of folk had the same idea and it was multiple meet and greet time as we hit the waterfall creek track. Well that’s not exactly right and in the present NZ environment of political nonsense what with an election and all, I better modify that to “walked on the track”. There might be a lurking reporter out there looking for fame and set to scream Violence to innocent Dogs…May have an issue with innocent too…Life is so complicated these days.
The Boss was not even sure that we would make the complete trip but good old Wanaka…The incoming storm went round us and altho it got a bit chilly it didn’t snow but the light did grrreat things and he was really pleased about that. Then we went home, I lay in the sun upstairs and he went to his photo group coffee morning where he didn’t drink coffee but there was a brownie with yogurt in there somewhere. The afternoon was terrible technical and I will just skip that if you don’t mind and even if you do mind but surprisingly I took offence to a bright orange digger next door. The Boss made soothing sounds and was surprised. I think I was too.
Even Badder