A feast of weekend photos (of varying quality)
The weekend started with a bang - George visited my office and was manhandled and photographed by everyone who came near him. He coped admirably - here's a quick one I took of him with Suki (my secretary):
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Saturday morning we headed to Wagyu - a restaurant in town which apparently did pretty good brunch too. It was really good and great value, and even George quite enjoyed himself (he had home made bolognaise courtesy of his mummy). Here is a fairly blurry photo of Bunky making a bit of noise on Rachel's knee:
Check out the teeth- they're really starting to show now. He doesn't seem overly bothered by them though.
As I walked into the restaurant, I was struggling with the stroller (minus George, who was already inside) and trying to get up their front step. A Hong Kong princess was also going in, and I moved aside to let her through. Her thanks to me was to then let the door close in my face and on the stroller.
Thankfully, Karma took over, and 45 minutes later (much to my amusement) she was still sitting alone, waiting for her tablemates. Sucker. I took a photo of the princess so that I could savour the moment at a later date:
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This made me laugh too - a bus advertisement for English tutors (who reportedly pull in about a million HK per month). You'd think the English tutors might have proofed their ad:
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And a photo of his lordship and his driver on the way back to the car:
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On Sunday we decided to get out and about and ended up at the Peak for a walk. Not the greatest weather (lots of pollution), but I got a few photos of Bunky and his driver:
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And finally... post dinner shenanigans: face painting with banana and yogurt.
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Dear George, One day you'll be very happy that the second photo was out of focus
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Pre-meltdown bubble appreciation
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Pre-bath shenanigans. Kiddo, you are sooooooo lucky this is out of focus
Delicious toast with Vegemite
Bathtime meltdown
We had a bit of a meltdown in the bath. His majesty didn't get his sleep this afternoon (except for a short one in the car), so our bubble blowing was greeted with screams and quivering bottom lips. Before that he was all good...
Typhoon morning
The HK Observatory called a Typhoon 8 last night, which meant that we got to come home early (to play with George), and since it's still in force, we go to work late. It'll be lifted in another 40 minutes, but then everyone gets about two hours to get to work (it takes a while for buses and taxis to get going again). Although I walk to work, I might take a sneaky extra half hour with George... Here are a few photos from this morning:
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A few other photos from around and about. Firstly, the cats find safety in numbers. And Ben's fat tummy provides ample warmth for Poppy:
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This one from the real estate agency next to the supermarket. I think they're trying to say that the market is hot at the moment, but they probably should have avoided using an online translator:
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And finally this one from our pool area. There was a gale force wind blowing when I took it, plus I was laughing at the time:
Aaaaaaah... aaaaah... BOO!
Apologies for the fuzzy focus - I shot this with Philip's D90, and with digital SLR cameras, filming video is done with manual focus. Let's just pretend that I was being arty.
Weekend playtime
George's buddy Hugo popped in yesterday for a playdate and a swim, good times for all. I don't think there was a great deal of interaction going on, but they stared at each other a bit, and appeared to be happy with a spot of toy sharing. Here's George earlier in the day as he was watching the Canterbury v Otago game:
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And here's one of his little mate Hugo (who is a month or two older than George):
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As the playdate toddled along, the All Blacks were busy showing us that it wasn't just the Black Caps who couldn't catch a ball. The lineouts - which I swear have sucked since 2000 - were abysmal, we dropped the ball in open play more times than I care to remember, and with almost 20 minutes to go and 10 points down, we chose to go for a try (instead of an easy penalty which would have put us within one score of the Boks).
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The simple way to fix the lineout problem would be to tell the lineout chaps that their match fee is paid according to the following formula:
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Match fee = (Number of own line outs won ÷ Number of own lineouts taken) x Normal Match fee
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So, if they take five lineouts in a game and lose three of them, then they would get 40% of their usual match fee. I suspect the stats would get much better if this was the case.
Still, traitorous beggar that I am, my emotional hedge came through - the Boks were paying $2.65 for the win, so my TAB account balance is looking ok this week.
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Finally, after coming to their collective senses and electing a President who can actually pronounce the word 'nuclear' (it's not "NOO-KEY-LURR", dude), a large section of sub-par-IQ Americans are panicking about the Nazi / Socialist / Muslim / Marxist / Baby killing / Grandma killing president in charge and have lost their collective minds. These from the "We're not really sure what we're protesting" Protests in Washington DC yesterday:
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And my favourite one:
Friday morning photos
Featuring the photography-neglected kittens:
Upside down turtle...
... is how you could describe his current "crawling" technique. Limbs flailing, voice grunting, but not a whole lot of movement other than rocking. Both photos below were taking during this morning's "crawling" session (the second is completely off centre because I was laughing so much, but I love the look on his face).
