Saturday...the weekend

Now I thought this whole thing about 'Bogans' and 'Westies' was all a bit of an urban myth ...but it aint. Now that we have lived out here in the west of Auckland I can confirm that it is not myth.  Grown men with pony tails and mullets and tatoos of  'I love Mom' and Fords and Holdens and Valiants and all that stuff is everyday life here. And the other thing is that out in the wild west the traffic light rules are very different...red seems to be the new green! If you slow down for an orange light you risk cars entering the rear of your vehicle or at the very least honking of horns and odd hand gestures...

Why have I written all that? So that you had something to read. Nothing much happens here in the weekends as the physio's and OT's don't come in, so it's just routine stuff... breakfast, wash, back to bed, up into chair, lunch, back to bed for rest, up again for dinner then back to bed for sleep preparation. To relieve the monotony Joel had the delight of another 3 great mates arriving. Like the last lot these 3 are legends...driving up from Tauranga to spend what could be seen as a dull, boring day and then driving back again. We thank God for such neat friends for our son and that they are so committed to encouraging him! Another day similar tomorrow probably...