2/3/15

Dear Diary,

Today is a rest day. Both in the world cup and with the family. Considering one of the complaints from the bigwigs about the World Cup is that it goes on for too long it seems bizarre to have a day in the middle of the comp where no cricket is being played at all. It’s not like this was a reserve day for rain as washed out matches have the points split with no chance of a rematch. There are no reserve days for rain until the knockout stages ... so whats with a day of no cricket? (I bet they somehow find a way to blame the associate nations for it !!!) I don't understand this lack of a game and am also a little frustrated by it as the family and I have very little planned for today and a nice little eight hour game of cricket on TV would have filled up the day nicely. As it was we all trundled into nelson to have a look about for an hour or so. Murray is not a city guy and is notorious for driving past them on the highway to somewhere else and saying to us “There is the city over there. Enjoy it because that's as close as we’re going to get to it.” He famously did this to my mum when she wanted to see Melbourne (the closest she has still ever made it is the highway that whizzes around it) and he did it again this trip when Mase wanted to go into Christchurch city to have a look at the city as we were heading down to Dunedin. “Oh, you want to see the center of Christchurch do you ... well ... oh, I seemed to have made a wrong turn. Well there it is in the distance. Enjoy it ‘coz we’re not turning around now.” Even though I was slightly annoyed about this turn of events the annoyance on my almost sister’s face kept me giggling for about two hours. Brilliant. I found out on a return visit to Christchurch that he had actually made the right decision to avoid Christchurch city at all costs 'coz even the locals say there's nothing to see there and it’s boring! (I still hate you Christchurch for stealing my jumper.)

Anyway, he actually takes Mum and I into Nelson to have a little look around and ... it’s small. Apparently it’s deemed a city but its more like a quaint little town. The kind of town where you’d expect to find drunk out of work actors who have gone on holiday by mistake demanding to have the finest wines known to humanity brought to them here and now. Its lovely. But its small. We walk up and down the main road twice and feel like we’ve done all the main tourist things already so we head to the beach to have a look. Its nice too. Next!

On the way back to the accommodation we drive by the cricket ground where the upcoming game between Scotland and Bangladesh will be played and ... its small.

Well, this day has been to big for me so I go for a little lie down in the afternoon and wake up in time for dinner which is already made. Lamb chops tonight, well, there's millions of them over here. Mum has washed my clothes and dried them and folded them down for me too and I relish the time spent with family on lazy days.
It’ almost as good as a game of cricket.



"Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it." Jules Renard - (1864 - 1910)