Fiona shouts me brunch at The Good Habit, the old nunnery across the road from the Catholic Cathedral. It's got a well stocked garden and evidence of the old residents. Not sure about ghosts but if they are in residence they're not hanging about the busy cafe.
I head home to pick up Kahu and pysch him up for another stint at College Ave. He gets as far as measuring the surplus decking wood for sale on Marketplace then loses interest. I find a couple more jobs then he goes home. Proviso, cooking dinner. I potter on moving trees to fill in the gap in the south fence where the neighbours' bedroom window overlooks my back yard. They'll take ages to grow tall enough so better to get them in as soon as possible. I dig and plant then move slightly, then repeat, then repeat, till I've got them in what looks like the best spot. The trouble is I can't see what they will look like in 20 years. How big will they grow. They're near my bay window and the washing line which is shaded anyway. I figure a clothes rack will go on the verandah during winter. First world problem. I rush round to lock windows. The air has mellowed but the enamel fumes are pervasive. I take a look at the bathrooms. The tilers have left the underfloor heating on to speed up drying of the floor coating. The laundry doors are sitting in place. Rimu, a warm native wood. It's near dark when I lock the gate and hoon off in the Suzuki.
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