
This covert shot was taken from behind Flo's curtains on Saturday morning. It's of the council workmen coming back with pickaxes - seriously - and new wet cement, to relay the section of the path where we immortalized the glorious victories of both New Zealand and England against the Australians in rugby and cricket, as well as the girls' names and handprints (see earlier blog). The Aussies love to think they are great sports and really laid back, but it's all a nonsense. Before the blokes took their picks to our handiwork, they moaned to Kirsty and Simon about finding out which Pommie did this and even asked them for the names of their neighbours' kids to try and track down the culprits. Kirsty rang me, warning me not to leave the house while the men were outside as they were on the lookout for 2 gitls called Scarlett and Florence and their English parents. If an Aussie had done this in England and the council came to remove it, it would have made front page news here in protest against the 'larrikin' spirit of the Aussies. But when the boot's on the other foot...Pathetic.

This is what it looks like now. I'm sure you'll agree it looked better, more fun and more colourful with our original work. If I didn't know it would cost Kirsty and Simon to have it relaid, we would have been out there again, pointy sticks in hand ready to start again.
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