One other thing...

As an addendum to the last post.... Kerry has poted a video on You Tube which has some highlights of the christening. Obviously I cried.

Even if you're not interested in the christening for some reasons there are some very cool NZ photos at the end.

Sophia's Christening

I also love the statement of non faith that Kerry has used in the sound track.

I suspect this was Jeff's idea

Inexplicable emotion

I am not a church goer. In fact I'd say I have not been inside a church of my own volition (and by that I mean other than for a wedding or funeral) snce I was about 18. But today my friends Jake and Kelley were having their daughter Sophia christened and it seemed like a worthy occassion to cehck out St Patrck's Cathedral which I walked or drove past pretty much every day for four years when I worked at UDC.

It was an 'ocassion' for many reasons. There was an Arch Bishop heading off to another Parish, it was the first Mass since they had refrubished the cathedral and baby Sophia was having her soul safe guarded- or whatever it is that happens when you get christened.

Anyway the mass seemed to be longer than I remember about two hours - although it may not have started on time since I couldn't find parking and arrived half an hour late.

I'm definitely a crier. Weddings, speeches, ads. It doesn't take much to get me going but usually the emotions are down to sentimentality I can explain. Today as we went through the mass, I found myself getting weepy at weird times. Like times other than when Sophia was being baptised, just random times in the middle of the service.

I have no idea why. I can't even tell you if the tears were happy / sad / nostalgic. I have no idea. None. Maybe I just needed a cry?

Sick *cough*

I'm at home sick. I forgot how boring it is. However I am spoiling myself with enough tea to drown a small child.

I still have a problem with the neighbour's cat. It is coming into my house and terrorising my cats. Pinot is peeing on the furniture and panics whenever the cat flap goes and her skin is starting to get flaky and dry- a really bad sign.

I want to do BAD things to this cat. Not to actually endanger it but to make it so shit scared of my house that it never never comes back.

So how should I do this? Some options below:

1. Close the outside of the cat flap so next time it comes in it's trapped. Then throw a bucket of water over it (there are some very obvious cons to this with regards to my house however I am deperate).

2. Electrify the cat flap. This involves putting my cats ina cattery for a week or so until the cat learns that my cat flap is a danger zone.

3. Have the cat assasinated

By the way I tried magnetic collars but the cat flap is on a funny angle so basically it didn't open for any of the cats - mine included

Already sick of it

I do love NZ. I really really do. I've even attempted to get a little bit into the national sport- rugby. I have attended two test matches. That's double the number soccer games I have atended having grown up with a dad who was soccer CRAZY.

But I am already thoroughly, utterly, totally, completely, 110% SICK of the fucking Rugby Wolrd cup. Every day the newspapers and TV and radio news programmes are full full full of All Blacks. They've arrived in Europe, they've had photo opps with footballers even how fricken long it would take a room full of hackers to break their training code.

In the meantime several finance companies have tipped over leaving hundreds of people who had saved for early retirement with nothing, the PM is in an all out fight with a former PM, Australia and Air NZ, an Iranian refugee almost starved himself to death to protest his deportation and th paper is full of photos of the (admitedly stinking hot) swimming All Blacks