To be fair, his look of disapproval could also be due to the fact that Mummy and Daddy slept in and rescued him from his prison cot half an hour late.
Lineouts
For NZ$200,000+ per player per year you'd think that we might be able to scrape together a bunch of guys who could catch their own lineout throw (or at least throw the damned thing straight). It would seem not. Hopefully the second half is better than the first half...
Find the cat
George gets into the nudey time this afternoon (look closely and you'll see Ben cruising around in the background):
Here's one of George hunting a pukeko (he's doing it naked - it's how they did it in the old days):
And for no other reason than I'm learning to use the camera on full manual mode (and I quite liked the light... and I'm trying to move away from posting nothing but photos of Bunky...), here's a completely irrelevant photo of a cup on our dining room table:
It's a lovely little Villeroy & Boch espresso cup (I got Rachel two of them for her birthday a few years ago). I'd quite like to get the larger sizes for my morning coffee, but can't bear the thought of shopping in Causeway Bay in the summer heat...
Shovelling it in
The shipping channel (taken from our balcony)
Friday night photos
Tummy play
Friday morning
This photo was taken about 15 minutes ago from the lounge - unfortunately it's now completely grey out there and it's bucketing down. Strange.
Oh dear. Time to Bunky-proof the house.
Bunky is now technically mobile. With his eye on the prize, watch his moves:
A big effort so far - time for a quick rest:
Aaaaand we're off again:
And finally... SUCCESS:
George's new roommates
When I went to get Bunky up at 7am this morning, his door was ajar - which could only mean one thing: that someone* hadn't close the door properly last night, and two of our housemates** had decided to head into the "forbidden room" and see what was going on. When I pushed the door open a little more, Ben was sitting there looking up at me with his usual indignant "What?" expression on his face, and Poppy was fast asleep on George's playmat. Both of them scarpered when I came in, little chickens.
Thankfully, neither of them had thought to jump into Bunky's cot (although I have caught Poppy in there once before), and Bunky was happily snoozing away with Hiphop.
* Mummy
** Of the feline variety