Bronwyn's parents are off touring Great Britain, and Allan, Stephen and Bronwyn have been looking after the farm. Allan is married to a diesel engine, and has been tending the paddocks with smelly fish fertiliser and trying to get the grass growing again. Stephen has been keeping an eye on the stock, and Bronwyn's just returned from feeding out some hay. With Erica. She's back.

Nana returned to us last weekend for a farewell tour. She's been in the country for 8 months, and was sad to leave. But she's off for seven days in Fiji, then over to Melbourne for a quick trip up the east coast of Australia. Celia was going to join her, but for various reasons, not all which are ready for publication, decided to stay in New Zealand for another couple of months...

On Thursday, I realised I'd left my laptop power supply at work. So I drove in to fetch it. Part way down the motorway, my engine died. Fortunately, a random person stopped and gave me a lift to a garage. Unfortunately it seems to have been the most expensive garage in town. But at least the car is fixed now (the ignition amplifier thingy had lost its spark).

Meanwhile, somehow, we collected Erica from the airport. She's coming back to fulfil her dream of becoming a pre-school teacher, but first she has to do some language lessons to improve her English. It's been a long road for her, and she's really excited that it's all coming together. And we're more than happy to have her back.

Meanwhile, Bronwyn smelled a rat. Or something similarly unpleasant. And under her bed. It's the season when the local rodents come looking for shelter, and obviously this one decided to spend its final hours with us. Bronwyn's tipped the whole bed up, cleaned, deodourized and repainted the wall. No sign of the rodent, but now our bedroom smells of forest glade and paint.

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