Bottled History

A very last minute (barely more than one minute to the turning of the day, in fact) photo for yesterday. These are in a box on a low shelf in the back of the store-room come office, downstairs. My mother used to fill them with homemade tomato sauce and feijoa sauce.

After a day wasted by migraine on Monday, I drove down to Auckland to meet friends for lunch before meeting my new landlord to sign the paperwork, then popping by the new office to sign that lot paperwork, following which I went to the bank to do some necessary admin.

The drive back took sometime longer than usual with one long stretch going at no more than 10km/hr, due to an 'incident' up ahead. No sign of a crash fortunately, and as there had been gale force winds through the afternoon and the power was off at the house, I assume that the winds brought branches and wires down on the road somewhere. Speedily cleared up, but these things do create a backlog of traffic that takes hours to clear.

Tsuken & his Mrs. cooked a lovely dinner, after which (and after the kidlets had gone to bed) we played banagrams - which I enjoyed, at least.