Good News Club this morning was okay – I did the teaching on “The Tongue”, and its effects. I started by getting some kids to squeeze toothpaste out the tube into a bowl, and then I asked them to put it back in – of course, they couldn’t! The application was that we can’t take our words back. Hopefully the lesson will stick. Then they made cards for Father’s Day. After lunch we got ourselves all dressed up for the Queen’s Birthday Celebration at Plantation House, which was quite nice, nothing spectacular. It was nice to officially meet the governor – since Nick already knows him from swimming, the introduction went something like “have you met my wife? This is Lynn.” Lynn said, “hello, I’m guessing that you’re the governor!” Very inelegant introduction on my part. It was nice to get a bit of look inside Plantation House. We all stood around making small talk with one another, and sipping juice (most people had champagne). The governor made a speech, and then we toasted the Queen and continued chatting. I met a few people who I had previously seen around but not really spoken to. So all in all, it was a pleasant experience.
When we got home I just didn’t feel like cooking. We tossed about options – should we go to KFC or MacDonalds, or maybe phone for pizza, or perhaps just wander around Menlyn and see what’s available. All these came to naught for obvious reasons. Instead we jumped in the car to go to town to see if Spar was open and perhaps had some pies or pizzas. They were closed, and so was Donny’s, so our next best was to go to Thorpes and Tinkers and buy some vegetarian chicken cutlets and a tin of spaghetti and sausages. Very humble supper, but I didn’t particularly have to cook it, other than grilling the cutlets. Well, island living really annoys me when there’s nothing open for convenient food. I guess you just have to live with inconvenient food. Poor, poor us.
Yesterday was a pretty normal day, school as usual. Nick went off to do his radio recording which went fine, and then he was free to drive us to Half Tree Hollow Spar to get a bread loaf for the Lord’s Supper tomorrow – he wants to actually have a proper loaf which he can break apart during the ceremony, as part of the symbolism. Lunch was hotdogs of sorts. There are no proper Vienna sausages in packets like you get in SA, so we have to make do with tinned sausages which taste a bit like corned beef and definitely aren’t very good compared. Nice fresh rolls though.
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