An almost impossible task- getting to grips with the mountain of stuff which is 22 College Ave. It's overwhelming so I leave. Structured procrastination. I drive to Vintage Wonderland to see if they've still got a light shade I saw pre-Christmas, for the ensuite. No. Alistair is philosophical- best to keep looking and wait for something to turn up. I drop in on Pete but he's playing golf so I chat to Hannah about death and family relationships. Her Grandad in California died yesterday.
Back home I swing Kahu into action and he gets the lawn mown minutes before rain buckets down. I swim in the southerly change...fresh water, cold air. The first volleyball game of the year for the Morris Minors is a winner.
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