At the house I look at the smaller laundry door. It's going to look and feel like a hobbit door. There's got to be a better way. I head to a plumbing supply shop down the road. Sheryl, whom I met over two years ago, is behind the desk. Ace. She offered to help me price wise and is true to her word. In the meantime she left the company, it got renamed and she got a sales job back at the newly named business. Serendipity. I ask for a price for Perrin and Rowe deco taps and in short order choose shower fittings for the ensuite. Wish everything went this smoothly.
Back to Trinity Glass. The girls are a bit surprised to see me, however they're on my wave length when I bring up the laundry door. They have to make the glass work. I ring NK who agree to do a mock up so we can get this right.
By the time I leave I'm knackered. This takes way too much brain power, not to mention tenacity and sheer bloody-mindedness. I know, because this is how I've got a rebuild in the first place. It's late afternoon and I decide I've had enough. I postpone a meeting with Finlay then head to the beach. Air and water are fresh. Heaven after the heat. This week's news, conversely, is flooding down south. Complete towns are evacuating as the Mataura River and its tributaries spill their banks. There's been a three day deluge and, even though the rain has stopped, water is flowing down from the hills. Some interesting stories have emerged, like the Mataura man who encouraged a small flock of sheep to swim to safety. There's flooding round Fiordland too. Here, and up north, it's dry. In Kaitaia, the far north, all outdoor water use has been banned, and in Auckland they're talking about doing a rain dance. Good luck. There's no significant rain forecast up there for the next few weeks. In other news Air New Zealand sends a plane to Wuhan, one of Christchurch's sister cities, to evacuate Kiwis from the epicentre of the coronavirus.
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| Half the laundry lead light |
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| Matching blue glass? No |
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