Deb and Fred : Whanganui : Savage days

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walnuts have always reminded me
of little brains 
Made bread with Deb and then sat on the back deck cracking walnuts and watching the river slide past.

The river didn't do it's job last night and Jess the little dog from next door, managed to sniff out the chicken carcass and appeared, soggy body gripped in jaws, to show it off to us.
I'm wondering how many murderers have had their sins washed back into their lives by the tide?

Next day dog appears with
We find as murders have through out history, that the tide has a habit of returning one's sins to your doorstep

The weather has been bouncing about all morning. It had made up it's mind in the afternoon and was raining steadily as I drove into town to the Wanganui Savage Club (established 1891) matinee.

I took a seat behind several rows of grey haired savages and listened to some wonderfully dusty old acts, strive to be heard over the drumming of the rain on the steel roof



Arrived there a bit late but got to check out...

Poem by Jim.
Jock used a beer glass to modulate the sound of a harmonica as one of many illustrations of the history of this musical instrument. A highlight was when he played a contraption of four harps joined together.
Beryl and Jim did a comedy sketch
Dennis sang a couple of songs. At that point i had been joined up the back by one of the club members. He had started giving me a running commentary on the acts. He mentioned that Dennis voice wasn't a patch on when he was younger, what with his lung capacity down something like seventy percent. 'we were all much better thirty years ago' he quipped.

Bless!!!!!

Beryl was back with a poem bout how one should use the clothes line, and ended her piece with the line 'neighbours knew each other best by what hung out on the line'

Lovely story from a woman bout her army days. Ww2 I think?

Finally Fred, my Wwoofing host was performing with his band. The band has several names. 'just us' which is what the lead singers insist it's called. Fred insists that it's called 'Pams band'. When I was informed that the name was in flux, I suggested they call them selves 'Cat Show'. Or how about 'Bungees Broke', inspired by the third singer who is called bungee.

Milky coffee and cakes for afternoon tea. Nice!





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