Diary of a House: Primer Protection

Just before midnight I organise Mitch to paint my verandah posts and beams. Nicki noticed a crack in one as we were reviewing the lead lights and, having had trouble with posts herself, she's concerned I get mine done as soon as possible. Especially because high temperatures are forecast for the weekend. She contacts her painter and organises paint at trade prices. After staff briefing I whip down to Dulux on Ferry Road. Nicki's a bit dark on Resene paint which has failed on her renovation, and, she claims, it's more costly.
In the meantime I drop the paint off at College Ave. The street is jam packed with four wheel drives as parents taxi their little darlings to the illustrious institution of St Andrews. I have to admit that, aside from the odd takeaway rubbish left by the self-driving, older students, I like having the school just down the road. Foot traffic during the day provides security and I've never yet had a break in. Or perhaps 22 College Ave looked so dilapidated burglars didn't think it would be worth their while.
Back at Pap I meet my senior students. Miracle of miracles, I've got a super duper tech whiz in my Year 13. My new lap top doesn't have a port to connect to the projector and it's causing me all sorts of problems. I think I have it sorted but fail when I go to do it myself after lunch. We're way past the overhead projector technology, a machine in which I once got my dred locks tangled, to the amusement of my class.
Mitch is finished by the end of the school day. He's got tips about Duluz v Resene. Inside info. I head off to spend time with Helen, a colleague who has become whānau. Beach and food. Nourishing for the soul.
At the end of the first week of school, early starts, two jobs, I'm knackered. All I'm good for when I get home is cricket spectating on the couch. Sipping merlot. The Black Caps are playing India. They're three games down in the T 20 series. Vis-a-vis the Indians, I have to wonder how a nation of 1.33 billion cricket fanatics picks a national team. These men must be super talented, and lucky. The Kiwis hold them to a super over. A tight finish which the Team India, otherwise known as The Men in Blue, win in willow smacking style.