I’m getting a bit worried about the guys in the fiasco family…
It has been pretty windy this weekend and I looked out the window yesterday to see a blur of colour and dare I say it a dash of gray hair…twas Dad flying by in his blow cart. The sign at the front of the photo states something like: ”Due to OSH regulations, all those entering the property be warned of general vineyard hazards in the area” - I’m not sure this would qualify as typical. What ever happened to slowing down and retiring Grandad Max?
And then Aaron almost killed himself last night…we’d all turned in for the night except Aaron who decided to stay up, do a bit of tweeting then go feed the dog (so he tells me – translate: sneak in a sly smoke after a quiet Sat night beer ). He swings open the doors that lead to our deck – well used to lead to our deck. As part of the renovations the old deck was removed this week – however it has not yet been replaced, leaving a big drop and a dangerous minefield of piles and nails. And so it was that Captain Chaos crashed into the night, somehow managing to fluke his landing between the lethal mix of dangerous objects. And just as well because none of us would’ve found him til morning! Whatever happened to looking or even maybe thinking before leaping?
And then as if this weren’t enough, I go inside to find that Archie has traded allegiance and gone into marketing for Saint Clair. I should have been suspect when he did the Saint Clair vineyard half marathon while in the uterus, then went to the Saint Clair cafe for his great Nana’s 80th when he was a couple of days old…but adopting the monk get up – well that’s just over-stepping the mark! We love Saint Clair, but what ever happened to loyalty boy?