Flu, Not Covid

Typical beginning of school holidays- immune system collapse. I wake up feeling shocking but well enough to roll out of bed. I have to. I've got a mole check at 9:20. My hand has a sun spot and the doctor advised me to get a whole body look over. The doctor is friendly and relaxed. I'm feeling good after she tells me the hand spot looks like a keratin spot, then shows me a pic of a spot on a 24 year old girl. It came up suddenly and the girl died. Luck of the draw.

I see a colleague on the way in and have a chat to my cousin on the way out. We've all got the same idea. The cost is nearly $300 which makes me wonder about those who can't afford the cost. As melanoma is one of our biggest cancer killers, the system needs to stump up to make this care accessible to all. The ambulance at the top of the cliff.

I head to the house where Lance is getting organised and Tamati is busy with the plaster. Peter dropped the rest off and they decided the plaster pelmet for the lighting strip needed to be a tad higher than we placed it on Friday. I defer. They're the experts. Lance notices a downpipe which doesn't meet the drain. Another job. The electric inspector is there and we check the input/output meter. It looks like the solar panels are generating power, but only when the sun's out, so not today.

Back in Cashmere, a box arrives from Arkansas for Kahu. It's got Easter treats and treasures from his year. He's stoked. I drive back to Strowan to be nosey and see how the plaster is going. It's looking great- relatively plain but I couldn't live with fussy flowers. Notwithstanding my love of them. I head outside to do one of the important flower jobs of the year, pruning my roses. 

Back home, Kahu starts to tidy his floor. This could take some time. Mine is little better. After 8 months living out of boxes is getting old and my standards are slipping.

                                                            Tamati putting up the pelmet