Scoff and Lisa's New House

Scoff and Lisa's new house is the back story. My day is moving furniture- my goal, to get my bed in the new whare. So I haul myself out of the aforementioned bed at Chris's, fiendishly early for a Saturday. First drive of the day, across town to Pete's. Kim Hill on RNZ is interviewing Dolly Parton and I'm reluctant to get out of the car. But Hana and I listen to it as we drive back to Cashmere in Pete's Holden. Reuben, Rene's pre-wire helper, and Nicky's nephew, helps load Nicky's sister's demo drawers. Back at Ambrose Heale, Pete's waiting. Another coffee and I'm on the road again. Journey #3. To pick up Phil, Papanui High School's caretaker's, trailer. Helpful friends: invaluable.

Back at Chris's we load my bed and Kahu's bed base. It reveals a whole new world...shoes, and random objects I just haven't wanted to deal with. We're running late and Hana has a plane to catch so we call in at Ambrose Heal to retrieve a table I bought two years ago. We leave it outside, unload the beds at College Ave, then return. Today I'm driving in circles but I'm being as efficient as I can. People are doing me favours, it's Saturday, I've got time. 

By the time I get back to Cashmere, I'm exhausted. It's hot so Kahu and I drive to Taylor's for a swim. Sea water and sea air, should be bottled. I'm exhausted but revived. But wait, there's more, Lisa and Scoff's mad hatters' tea party. I find a box in the garage with 'Dress Up' inscribed in marker pen. There's enough for me and Chris. 

Scoff and Lisa's new house is awesome, worlds away from his old one where I spent a lot of time 15 years ago. Like my place, Scoff's was an old family house...dark with walls creating a labyrinth due to years of remodel add-ons. This version is open, inviting and wired for party lighting. Lisa is the star, celebrating a super combo of 50 years as well as a new whare. Me, I'm zombified, but manage to lift a glass. Kay, lead light genius, is there on crutches. She's taught Lisa and Scoff lead lighting and they've put a creation each in their house. Everybody knows everybody in Christchurch. My long standing motto, don't burn bridges. No energy for dancing, the electronic music is industrial and repetitive,  so I focus on catching up with mates, and breathing.