My son wins a prize for being the most drenched person at a Parachute seminar.
Returns with a bunch of new music and reports of fine performances and flooding.
I wonder why I didn't go?!
Wife and daughter head out to buy those essential items known as trainers...
Cat moans about...something!
YT reads Atwood voraciously (the trouble is, you end up going "just one more page", and before you know it, the polar caps have melted and the children have grown up and moved away).
L and G sit down to watch Catch 22 on laptop...weird but darkly funny (too much for the better half).
Later Kerry rings to say the principal appeared on TV talking about a military academy that appears to have sprung up at Otahuhu College over the holidays (possibly guaranteeing a quiet industrial site climate at the start of the year - and here I was, planning not to "get caught up" in stuff...hmm...) - last year a policeman, this year the army - I will let you know when the Beehive appears on the front lawn, or Middlemore Hospital decides to expand its carpark.
The wind moans and howls - too windy to leave doors open, too warm to shut them!
And maybe the answer is out there somewhere, blowing in the wind...
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