The most toxic site in New Zealand is becoming a park; last weekend mustard was in bloom and some people were inspecting the site. Not us.
Meanwhile, yesterday we had our driveway party - there are ten houses down a long winding driveway and yesterday was our fifth annual Christmas party. We usually dread going to these because our house is so badly kept whereas others fall somewhere between so-lovely to clinically-immaculate, but we end up having a great time. So much so that at the end of last night I volunteered to do it at our place next year. So... like we have 12 months and maybe a week or two to weed and chop and plant and tidy and wash and paint and generally get our act together. Ben hasn't told me how he feels about it. But it's a good goal. And if we fail miserably, I'll beg someone to take over.