DeeKnow’s Grotto

Friday night I popped round to Cock's house for a quick after-work beer, and ended up loitering there until Kym arrived and the two of us got suckered into a game of monopoly by our hosts (and a cunning monopoly playing visitor)

Everyone who knows me knows I'm not exactly what you'd call a "Financial Advisor" and if I was I'd probably be broke, or making my clients broke, so I'd say everyone at the table had taken me for a sucker they'd be able to manipulate all the way to the bank.

BWUAAAA HA HAA ha HA haa..... How wrong could they be !!!

Within two rounds of the board I had Vine, Malborough and whatever the other shit-brown coloured property is and was in the housing business on the way to board domination. Cock and I quickly formed an alliance against the axis-of-evil that was the three girls.

Before long we were laughing at their pitiful-ness, and they were starting to look a bit shitty. One-Nill girls ... Bring-it-on.

During the game and leading up to it I accidentally drank a little more than I'd planned to. Normally I don't PLAN drinking as such, it just kinda happens. But this time I needed to not go too overboard because I needed to be up early to get out to Whatawhata to help build Marks house.

By the time I got out of bed (after being prodded in the back a few times by Kym) and washed my frightening looking face in cold water to try and wake up, and peeled my tongue off the roof of my mouth, time was allread marching on. The lads had started out at the site by 7:30, and it was gonna be about 10:00 by the time I got out there.

There's only one bloody 7:30 I know of, and its certainly not in the morning as far as I'm aware. The guilts got the better of me and off I went in my best builders apron.

The day was long.  Very long.  And hot.  Bloody Hot.  Hours in the sun with no shelter and a head-ache and a morning glass of Berroca repeating on me didnt help. But I soldiered on.

It actually turned out to be a bloody interesting day. Lots of new terms and words and great seeing clever minds finding innovitave solutions for issues that kept presenting themselves. Everyone seemed pretty handy with a hammer too, everyone except me of course. My poor office hands took a beating, blisters for Africa. I tried to boast to the others that my finger-tips were probably tougher than theirs (from typing) but nobody seemed very impressed.

I dont know if I'll ever bother to build my own house, although my dad would probably encourage it being an ex-builder himself, but it seems like a bloody rewarding exercise. The stress and sun would probably do me in tho before I finished it.

10:21:15 PM