... self indulgent little Arrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh, but sometimes a girl just gets very tired of feeling like everyone is relying on her to do everything.
And it didn't snow.
They promised.
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Vanda Symon
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- Vanda Symon
- Dunedin, New Zealand
- When I'm not writing Crime novels I'm busy working as a research fellow at the Va'a o Tautai - Center for Pacific Health in Dunedin, New Zealand. I am the author of the Sam Shephard detective series, published by Orenda Books - Overkill, The Ringmaster, Containment and Bound. I have also written the stand alone thriller Faceless. If I'm not writing or working, I can be found on the business end of a fencing foil.
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5 comments:
We are we going to give up trusting the weather station's prediction for snow. If they say it will snow - it doesn't or only slushy, sleety kind. Not the cool stuff that contains you to the house and insists you stay in your pjs and drinking coffee, eat toffee pops and read books. We north islanders are gullible Vanda. Remember in 2007, that great dumping - no one saw that coming. So, say after me: if they say it is, it won't; if they say it won't, it probably will.
Still trying to get email addresses up and running. Phillip is now up and about to come to my rescue.
coffee today?
Or dinner and wine later?
Well in Christchurch yesterday (Sunday) we had the proverbial 'four seasons in one day'. It started out sunny, then it rained, then it hailed, then it shone (so much that I got the chainsaw out) and then it rained (I had finished), then it hailed and hailed hard. Then it rained and despite the old adage "if it rains, it won't snow" - it snowed. Not enough to settle, but enough to have Miss 4.5 and Miss 3 in their jackets and sandles with socks to go outside.
I do love our heatpump.
Tania - coffee, soooooon.
We were hoping for a big snow dump so we could go and make a snowman, and my Mum could pelt the boys with snow balls.
Dave, I think Christchurch copped it worse than we did. Aren't heat pumps the best?! (Still dealing with the mental image of you wielding a chainsaw)
It was for a tree Vanda, just so you know.
:)
And actually it was Paul's chainsaw. I asked him if he tried to claim it back as a writing research expense with his accountant.
He didn't.
But he should of, especially being a crime novelist.
Don't be cross, Vanda, but it snowed last weekend at my place, to sea level. I was surprised to see when I next came into town that the city had not been as blessed...
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