We have cousin Sally staying at the moment. She's from Australia and has just spent the summer in Mykonos being a tour rep. Party girl Sally. This is a particulary flattering photo don't you think? Anywho, lovely Sally took us to our local, The Swimmer at the Grafton Arms, for dinner. I had a great steak with Peppercorn sauce, cooked nicely Medium Rare. New ladies behind the bar, which while nice enough gave me lemonade and lime cordial instead of lime and bitters. Still irks. Luckily not for me as I wanted beer, the bitters was for Sally. M think's I shouldn't dwell.
This is bloggin' my blog, as referred to in the title, and my breakfast. Never fear though as I am coming up with a project that will be mind blogglingly interesting. In case you're wondering that IS the Champagne pool in Rotorua on my calendar next to the crispbread - which are vile by the way, should nvere have doubted the rice crackers. See if you can spot my thimble collection.
Went to see gig last night. Herman Dune, obviously. I liked the drummer. They were folky, or 'anti-folk'. I think I liked Jeffery and Jack Lewis better. They draw pictures. But these guys were good too. You can refer to Mr Turoa's blog for a more detailed review. 
