WHERE HAVE ALL THE CLOWNS GONE?*

* I don't mean blogging christians, politicians and those idiots who overtake without proper clearance - I know where they are.

No I mean these guys.

There used to be lots of fairs and circuses visiting Wellington when I was a kid something I assume was replicated all over New Zealand and the world. There must be thousands of sets of these sideshow ping-pong ball games in storage somewhere. I'd really like to have a set (although The Old Girl most likely has different ideas on the matter).

It's a shame to think that these are gathering dust somewhere in a dirty shed.

OOPS!

This will no doubt get Richard a bit worried:

And this:

He's obsessed with chairs tipping over on my deck. Maybe it'll take his mind off his guilt over drinking and upsetting Shelley or someone.


Actually it wasn't a wind-storm that blew the chairs over this time - it was me as I had to tip them over to get at wasp nests that the little bastard Asian paper wasps were building underneath them. I swear that ever since Richard got rid of his grapevines in Nuova Lazio that his wasps have made a waspline for the north.


Anyway, a big storm is coming so maybe I can report soon that the table has been upended.