When I first met MrP he used to make home brew too.
A lot of it lol. And it was beautiful.
However at the time he used to drink a lot too...
The weekend I moved home with him to be the housekeeper we got in the door and I could hear a motor running..
It was the spinner on his old Hoover twin tub. Spun within and inch of its life was his brand new wool jumper he had thought to wash and leave to dry while he was away for the weekend. So it was spinning from Friday night to late Sunday.
It ended up being lining in oven cloths.. it was an absolute mess lol...
We made a bloody good batch of Ginger beer one year too.. I did ask him about the wiseness of having them in the bottom cupboard under the kitchen sink.. he said it would be fine.... yep we had the musical bottles tinkling as they blew.... I made him clean it up.. He said they were safe lol
I do miss having a nice cold beer on a hot day. But when he gave it up so did I. lol
Must add re the police, something which I still laugh at.
It was a busy week
Many years ago we moved to the small forestry village of Kaiangaroa.. 30ish minutes south of Rotorua but before Murupara where our Current PM came from.
The first morning we woke up to heaps of car doors being slammed.. Snuck a peep through the curtains to see police galore storming the house across the road and pulling big bag bags out of the massive flax bush in the front yard.. We had been told a teacher lived there. Well it appeared said teacher had a rather large Drug habit. the bags were full of marijuana.. One of the biggest drug halls there after the Broadlands affair.
A few mornings later we hear this horrendous dragging squealing sound... The bad boys had stolen a car, stripped it and turned the body over and were dragging it past the house on its roof to dump the body in the Forrest.. Up till then we thought we had seen it all.. but that took the cake lol
And to top the week off.. when we brought the house it came with the stipulation that it would be painted.. There was scaffolding set up. And in the middle of the night MrP who has supersonic hearing woke me up and said someone was walking on the scaffolding and trying the windows.
So MrP grabs his 30 gun, no bullets, no bolt. He gets me to go with him to the lounge cos the foot steps had reached up there. He said to me, Flick the curtain back and step away.
I did .. and If you could have seen the guys face.. he was actually a native American Indian, his name was Herb.. MrP yelled out you better run or your a*se will be on fire pretty fast... he ran and he never came back or bothered us again..
We spent quite a while wondering what the heck we had done by moving there. But as with most communities at was actually good apart from the stupid ones. I ended up on the council, we ran the Charter Club Kitchen and did night patrol... It was never boring..
Ohh the third house we brought didn't have a clothes line so you basically went "shopping" at one of the empty houses to get what you needed. This night MrP had to make way for someone else who needed a clothes line, they were both walking down the road with rotary clothes lines lol.. Its was an understood thing with management that you could get what you needed so it wasn't robbery.
I miss that place but would be too scared to live there now. the gangs are back apparently lol
A lot of it lol. And it was beautiful.
However at the time he used to drink a lot too...
The weekend I moved home with him to be the housekeeper we got in the door and I could hear a motor running..
It was the spinner on his old Hoover twin tub. Spun within and inch of its life was his brand new wool jumper he had thought to wash and leave to dry while he was away for the weekend. So it was spinning from Friday night to late Sunday.
It ended up being lining in oven cloths.. it was an absolute mess lol...
We made a bloody good batch of Ginger beer one year too.. I did ask him about the wiseness of having them in the bottom cupboard under the kitchen sink.. he said it would be fine.... yep we had the musical bottles tinkling as they blew.... I made him clean it up.. He said they were safe lol
I do miss having a nice cold beer on a hot day. But when he gave it up so did I. lol
Must add re the police, something which I still laugh at.
It was a busy week
Many years ago we moved to the small forestry village of Kaiangaroa.. 30ish minutes south of Rotorua but before Murupara where our Current PM came from.
The first morning we woke up to heaps of car doors being slammed.. Snuck a peep through the curtains to see police galore storming the house across the road and pulling big bag bags out of the massive flax bush in the front yard.. We had been told a teacher lived there. Well it appeared said teacher had a rather large Drug habit. the bags were full of marijuana.. One of the biggest drug halls there after the Broadlands affair.
A few mornings later we hear this horrendous dragging squealing sound... The bad boys had stolen a car, stripped it and turned the body over and were dragging it past the house on its roof to dump the body in the Forrest.. Up till then we thought we had seen it all.. but that took the cake lol
And to top the week off.. when we brought the house it came with the stipulation that it would be painted.. There was scaffolding set up. And in the middle of the night MrP who has supersonic hearing woke me up and said someone was walking on the scaffolding and trying the windows.
So MrP grabs his 30 gun, no bullets, no bolt. He gets me to go with him to the lounge cos the foot steps had reached up there. He said to me, Flick the curtain back and step away.
I did .. and If you could have seen the guys face.. he was actually a native American Indian, his name was Herb.. MrP yelled out you better run or your a*se will be on fire pretty fast... he ran and he never came back or bothered us again..
We spent quite a while wondering what the heck we had done by moving there. But as with most communities at was actually good apart from the stupid ones. I ended up on the council, we ran the Charter Club Kitchen and did night patrol... It was never boring..
Ohh the third house we brought didn't have a clothes line so you basically went "shopping" at one of the empty houses to get what you needed. This night MrP had to make way for someone else who needed a clothes line, they were both walking down the road with rotary clothes lines lol.. Its was an understood thing with management that you could get what you needed so it wasn't robbery.
I miss that place but would be too scared to live there now. the gangs are back apparently lol
They told me I couldn't, so I did.!!