Last night I had a wonderful dinner with Mike and family and Tony and Alison. Pleasant company and a nice catch-up.
This morning I was awoken early (7.15) with telecom ringing to say that they have reinstated my e-mail account (they stopped it by mistake on Saturday and it has all my travel, passport, immigration, work permit information in the folders). Good now - all sorted but why they can't follow instructions properly in the first place I don't know. I made arrangements a month ago and on Thursday when cancelling the phone line and fixed broadband I made arrangements to keep the xtra account going but some technician obviously didn't read the worksheet properly. A sign of the times I suppose.
As I was awake early on a Sunday I went for a walk in the city and had breakfast at the new bagel place co-owned by Al Brown (this guy is a wizard - kind of like a Rick Stein of New Zealand) named Best Ugly.
The salmon, caper and cream cheese bagel I had was superb.
On the way back along Wellesley Street I heard the bells ringing from St Matthews in the city. This is the wonderful Anglican cathedral, the one that has the controversial billboards outside.
Feeling suitably refreshed in spirit I thanked the attendants and made my way home.
I think that god-beliefs and religion is a load of claptrap but I've always liked the trappings that go along with the High Anglican and Catholic services. To me it is a celebration of man's accomplishments in architecture, art and music. Sitting in a cathedral and listening to beautiful music - what could be better?