I was liberated last weekend. I decided that my minimal Shabbat observance could decline even further as I wanted to watch the All Blacks. My friend who has Sky agreed to host in return for homemade muffins. Cranberry and banana muffins and chocolate brownies were duly baked. However other friends were also invited and my friends wife did not want these drunken blokes hanging around their home and I was called to say we were now meeting at the function room in a local pub. This is how I found myself with tupperware boxes full of baking in a room full of blokes. I felt really embarrassed and like some sort of walking stereotype. Then I thought I don't care I am a stereotype and baking is not a bad thing. Once they all got over their shock the baking went down really well. All these blokes obsessively kept track of football games as they watched the rugby. Do these men have no idea of just how important All Black games are and what do they obsess over for the few weeks they do not play football in summer?
I have by writing kept up my weekly write-if not slightly late. My knitting/crochet angst-when will the 140 squares in my blanket be finished-I am getting a tad bored and what do I take to knit to Israel next week-it is 30C in Jerusalem today and apparently even hotter in Tiberius where I will be staying with my daughter
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