I thought I’d take a leaf out of Sunny Apollo’s blog this month and dedicate June’s blog to the letter S. June, the sixth month of the year, has been full of ‘s’ happenings: songs, sniffs, snivels, snow, soggy shoes, scalding sloops, solstice, shocking scenes, soccer and sinister sheep.
Thank you to all who entered into the song parody competition I ran in May (inspired by New Zealand Music Month). I had so much fun singing through them all and had a very hard time selecting the winners due to the excellent standard of entries. Congratulations go out to the five winners of Hera doll trinkets.
Sniffs, snivels, snow and soggy shoes are pretty self explanatory. The weather in New Zealand hasn’t been fantastic of late; I discovered swiftly that my shoes weren’t waterproof after a snowfall and that resulted in the sniffs and snivels. On the plus side winter solstice has been and gone and so the days are getting progressively longer now and I’m anticipating lots of fun teasing my Northern Hemisphere work colleagues in the not too distant future. (Yes, yes, I know that the worst of winter is always after winter solstice, but ‘lah, lah, laaaah! Not listening!)
Hands up those who have an Inferno sloop! These lovely vessels are just perfect for standing on when the weather is a bit nippy. You can’t help but feel a little warmer when you go below deck especially when you have the odd Cronus egg in your inventory to toss into the lava.
And speaking of Cronus, his ship startled me the other day when I visited it to…well…erm…never mind why I visited it. Apparently summer has put him in a very good mood indeed and he has redecorated his ship with a rather startling shade of paint to celebrate. Certainly that wasn’t anything I could improve on. And apparently he thought I did the painting (who, me?!) and he returned the favour. However, he is apparently way off his usual form and the result was far too tasteful to even take a screenshot. (So tasteful, I’m not even repainting).
And finally, Sinister Sheep. Yes, that is right, they are extremely sinister, far more so than my lovely cows. I’ve come to that conclusion after a my mother was involved in a hit and run with a sheep. The sheep did the hitting and running, while my mother did a rather inelegant somersault which resulted in her leg being broken in two places. So the moral of that story is never turn your back on your Sheepish Pet or else you may discover another way of obtaining a peg leg and getting your housework done for you for three months.
Oh wait. Maybe that isn't such a bad idea after all...