Today's fairly normal. School then house. Lance is painting flat out, Pete and team are busy on the laundry, and Kahu and I run around checking up and ticking off jobs. I drop in to Radcliffs to order one each of the light switch and the socket I'm considering. At the door I bump into another ex-student. I was talking about him at the ball the other night cos the best music we ever had was a live band which Sam and his dad played in. They played covers but the live element got everyone up. So Sam remembered he hadn't done anything in Form 5, School Cert, this is under the old system, in the late 90's, then was in my class the next year repeating. And, according to him, did nothing and spent the year at the back of the room talking to his mate. Sam's in his 30's now and a sparky, just getting another band started. It's a laugh catching up. Never burn your bridges...my motto since teaching in Christchurch. Your past always comes back to haunt you.









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