I'm not sure who's with who but breakfast is good. I think PPTA's slogan means we're all in it together. Indeed we are. We've eaten a lot by the time lunch is over and talked our way through two more sessions. It's the afternoon one which unleashes feminine radicalism. I'm a bit surprised, it's been very civilised up till now. We sit for an hour and a half session. Rather too long and nothing much is added. I'm well and truly ready to leave by the end. Back at Christchurch, Sarah's bag takes ages but I make a point of stopping in to see the wooden floor. With the knot holes, and the markings, it looks alive and very golden. An improvement on concrete but I need to get used to the colour. At home I arrive in time to help Kahu cook. Not that I eat much. The conference lifestyle is so food focused. First world problem.
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