My bottom has a close encounter with Graham Henry

So.  There I am walking back from the library in St Heliers with the children this week and we stop off at the playground by the beach when I spot a face I recognise sitting at one of the picnic tables.*

Yes, it is he - Sir Graham Henry himself giving an interview and being filmed.  Shortly thereafter, the interview finishes and off he wanders and the children decide it's time for some lunch so we occupy the picnic table and my bottom sits in the spot recently vacated and pre-warmed by the posterior of Graham Henry.  Such an honour!  And very shortly after that, a bird does its business and coats me thoroughly in poo.  Many Kiwis, I suspect, would say good job that it was me sitting there at that point and no longer the Blessed Graham.  

In other news, I managed to fracture a bone in my little toe on Wednesday when I stubbed it on a door.  I knew something was wrong when a) I couldn't help swearing even though the children were around (fortunately, watching Charlie and Lola was much more interesting than anything I might be doing) and b) my little toe was sticking out at a 45 degree angle.  Dave arrived home about 10 minutes later and thought it was dislocated so gave it a jolly good tug (gentle steady traction it's called in the trade - DS) to put it back in place.  As that didn't help, it required a trip to the hospital and my first experience of New Zealand A&E.  Hurrah for automatic cars - at least I could drive myself one-footed.  An X-ray revealed a fracture rather than a dislocation (so I guess Dave will be sticking to kidneys in future) (well in my defense - it was displaced, and you really can't tell the difference without the X-ray, honest - DS), and a very nice nurse called Grant sorted me out and taped my toes together so the wonky one will heal straight.

I meant to take a photo of it but forgot, but did spot this poster by the lift in the hospital which amused me.  That's right folks - don't you dare come to hospital and spread those germs around.  Keep them to yourself!

*Though I admit that when I saw this Air New Zealand safety video on the flight out to NZ last year, I didn't have a clue who the grumpy old codger sitting in the captain's seat on the flight deck was.  Or the rest of the team, for that matter.  Now, post Rugby World Cup and the All Blacks victory, I seem to have accidentally absorbed knowledge of who's who in the NZ rugby establishment.