We're still looking for a house to buy in Wellington. A couple of promising prospects turned out to be duds in that they, both being monolithic cladding townhouses, had histories of leaking and having to be reclad at the cost of hundreds of thousands. "All good" you might think - "they've been repaired" - but the research I've done suggests that cladding repairs can only be guaranteed for twenty years and the ones that we looked at were repaired about 2008. We moved on.
A third townhouse we looked at, in Kelburn, has an impeccable record and has cedar cladding with no history of leaking (built in the early 2000s).
This is a very nice house and ticks every box that The Old Girl likes except for an easy walk to her work in downtown Wellington. For this reason we decided to, not rule it out totally, but to put it on the back burner to revisit later. I must admit that I wasn't too concerned at this as I consider the house to be 'an old lady's house' - too tidy and fussy to appeal to blokes. It also has no panoramic views being in a gully (The Glen).
We then looked at other prospects in Mount Victoria, Te Aro, Mount Cook and even, yesterday, in Khandallah. In general we have now eliminated suburbs like Oriental Bay (too expensive), Mount Cook, The Terrace, Brooklyn, Mount Victoria South, Hataitai, Newtown, Berhampore (regardless of the fact that Shelley's uncle and aunt almost bought a house there), Island Bay, Karori, Northland, Miramar, Kilbirnie, Seatoun and, for obvious reasons, Lower Hutt*.
I admit to being 'over it' and basically anything will do. An exascerbating factor is that, at this time of year not a lot of new properties get listed. I really don't think we can stand leaving our search until say, February given that I don't like living in this inner city apartment we are renting.
When discussing the options this morning The Old Girl removed her major objection to the Kelburn townhouse saying that as she only intends working for another year, the walking to work difficulty would not last long. We've decided to have another look at the property with a view to whether we can live without a seaview. I looked carefully through the property information toady - builder report, LIM, body corporate details etc. and we thought we will make an offer, discounted by lack of a seaview after we have revisited.
Old lady's house here I come.
* To be honest though I floated the idea past The Old Girl today of living in Eastbourne and the bays and 'watchlisted' a property In York Bay that we could afford.
I walked to the railway station this morning and caught a bus to Island Bay to wander about and to check out whether buying a property there is a good idea. I only walked for about 5kms because my broken toe was sore but I feel that I 'got the miles in'. 'Getting the miles in' is important when wearing an Apple Watch because if you don't the watch beeps and reminds you of the fact. I tell you, it's about as annoying as Richard moaning about posting frequency or correcting grammar in the posts. Sheesh!
On my walk, the water bottle in my backpack leaked and saturated my wallet, my phone, some mail and my book. Bummer. I emptied out the pack and turned it inside out to dry in the sun by laying it and the other items on the Island Bay beach wall that I was sitting on, looking at the view of Taputeranga (Rat Island) and Cook Strait.
Rat Island is reportedly known as that due to an infestation of rats that came from ships in the late 1700s but I prefer to think that it was so named due to its shape...
... where a hunched rat's body can be seen with a long tail.
While sitting for about a quarter of an hour the bag, wallet and phone dried out and, by carefully positioning the book, the warm breeze ruffled the pages in the sunshine and fairy quickly dried that out too.
Job done. I caught a bus back into town and did some shopping.
Well, the senior bloggers met yesterday for lunch along with their squeezes.
Lunch was tasty and not at all like Robert reported in his AI inspired blog post this morning. Robert's reports not surprisingly are about as accurate as 'apostles' reporting on the life and times of Jesus more than 300 years later and expecting people to believe it. In that case though hundreds of millions of gullible people do believe it but, unlike with Robert's post though the reports via the New Testament do get read.
Anyway moving on - Richard and Shelley brought the contents of a delicatessen to our place when invited for lunch: wine, chocolates, cheeses (not Jesus) etc. I wonder - when they go to concerts do they take their own music or DVD players when they go to the movies?
It was a great catchup and underscored to me the advantage of moving to Wellington with or without the gratefully received goodies.
Over lunch Richard and I discussed Kierkegaard's notions on individual existence—particularly religious existence—as a constant process of becoming and for his invocation of the associated concepts of authenticity, commitment, responsibility, anxiety, and dread, Existentialism is our forte you see. We also debated whether Rubber Soul was the greatest Beatles album and whether Saint Rita - Patron saint of impossible feats really merited sainthood given that she was not a virgin, which is the most important prerequisite for becoming a nun and that there was a whiff of scandal about her involvement in the murders of her husband, his brothers and half of the congregation in her home village.
After exhausting the topics of philosophy, music and religion and because Richard had to use the toilet we had a natter about Robert and what he's been up to. We all decided that he was about up to his ankles so far, as 'testing the waters' in relationships between devout Catholics is about as stimulating as watching old screenings of the Val Doonigan Show ...
... which signalled the end of the luncheon.
Really though, Richard and Shelley had to go off to do some grandchildren minding - a responsibility that The Old Girl and I have managed to avoid.
The more observant reader will have noticed the highlighted links (orange writing) in the text. This is due to the extremely annoying Google search links function that I, and millions of other people apparently, don't know how to disable.
* As Robert would say but with use of asterisks which makes me think that his spelling would generally improve if he used asterisks in his words more often.
I broke my little toe yesterday and so have been hobbling about.
Today I walked from the Cuba Street apartment to Willis Street (Unity Books) and back but got so pissed off at the slow shuffling bimblers that I returned by walking up Willis Street and down Vivian Street.
Have young people lost their ability to walk, through overplaying video games and sitting on couches (see previous post) or riding on coaches (see previous post)? They shuffle along so that gimpy people with broken toes have to pass them or barge through them. See: BITTER, SWEET F.A. SYMPATHY.
They are coaches that are the symbol for Richard's Bass Bag although, in recent times this image is more apt:
Couches are long bits of furniture that men like to sit on and women like to buy. That's a seemingly symbiotic arrangement but ... looks can be deceiving.
Men like to sit on couches meaning that comfort is a priority.
Women like to look at couches which means that shape, colour and ambiance are the priorities with comfort coming way down on the list.
Men take a practical view when selecting and purchasing (a theoretical situation only as it is women who make the final selection and close the deal) so, after comfort - price, size, weight, manouverability and the logistics of moving from one house to another are important considerations. None of those ever feature with women.
Should this post be successful and liked by readers, further discussion on the differences in approaches to life by women as opposed to men may be discussed.
One of those is the ECG that my Apple Watch recorded and sent to my phone this morning.
The Watch records AF (Atrial Fibrillation) events and tells you what your blood pressure is at anytime. You can set it for alerts but as I generally can feel when my heart is 'out of whack' I will use this for confirmation and, if asked forward the reading to my doctor.
It's a lot easier than being hooked up to ECG sensors and machines and, while the manufacturers are at pains to say that the Watch does not guarantee readings and will not predict heart attacks (their lawyers no doubt enforced this), the readings are apparently pretty good and many doctors wear the Apple Watches themselves. My sister and brother in law are both doctors and both use them.
I sort of 'hit the wall' today and think that the last month's stress and activity has caught up with me.
Having finished with the house sale, the moving, the storage of furniture and tidying up and ending supply contracts I can now settle down and relax.
Mind you, I 'hit the wall' after I went for a long walk this morning after The Old Girl had gone to work.
I decided to check out some Te Aro properties that we had identified as prospects so walked up to The Terrace and then back down and up Thompson Street and then down and around Mount Cook area (past Tony's old place in Hargreaves's Street) before climbing up Bidwill Street.
None of the properties that looked good in the on-line photographs looked any good close up though and two of them were of the dreaded monolithic cladding-type.
In a previous post I mentioned a couple of townhouses we viewed on Sunday, one in Hobson Street and the other in Upland Road. These are monolithic cladding type and have both had weathertightness (leaking) issues in the past. Although the houses have been recladded, all of the reading I've done on the matter suggests that there may be future problems as well. The property reports that the real estate agents suppled had enough red flags to deter us. We've decided that, even though we could secure either townhouse at below asking price, the risk factor is too high. We will not be looking at flat roofed and monolithic cladded homes in the future. We will probably not look at anything built in the 1980s, 1990s and early 2000s either unless it was of brick, weatherboard or other solid materials.
Earlier I mentioned a beautiful house in Buller Street between the top of Vivian Street and The Terrace that we were interested in. Before we made an offer though we did some research and discovered that the Wellington tunnels project was likely to start soon and would disrupt the area. On Monday the project was officially announced and yes, the major construction will affect homes in the Te Aro, Mount Cook, South Mount Victoria, Hataitai and Kilbirnie areas. We will keep well away from those as we have no wish to live out our dotage in a construction zone.
This will mean we initially will concentrate our search on Oriental bay (very expensive), Mount Victoria, Thorndon and Kelburn for close to the city options and non 1980 to 2010 builds. We have already decided not to purchase an apartment so already our options are becoming limited. The Old Girl's desire to live in the inner city or on the city fringe might have to be adapted and we could end up looking at the outer Wellington suburbs. Personally I don't mind as some houses in Island Bay, Houghton Bay, Evan's Bay, Seatoun, Miramar and Brooklyn have magnificent views including the kind of sea views that we've been sued to living in Whangārei Heads.
It may be that we consider long-term renting thus leaving the property risk to the owners. In fact, today, I contacted the real estate agents to withdraw our interest in the Upland Road and the Hobson Street townhouses but said that if the owners cannot sell at a suitable price for them that we would consider renting for the long-term.
I have to prepare The ld Girl's dinner now - teriyaki salmon and salad.
I've only been in Wellington for a few days and already I'm becoming annoyed by cyclists. It's no wonder that mild mannered ex-schoolteacher Richard who usually drives like your grandad turns into a raving road-rager when cyclists are around.
Wellington has been in the news a lot over the last few years with the council spending a lot of money on creating cycle lanes that has angered motorists and rate-payers. I used to cycle to university in the 1970s and it was dangerous for cyclists then and was forced off the road a few times.
The fact is though that Wellington streets are narrow and windy (in both senses and pronunciation of that word) and cycling is a risk. Unfortunately, creating cycle ways on most of them narrows the roads further and takes away valuable and useful parking spaces.
That said though, there a re a lot of cycle lanes that are safe to use and are in pristine condition. One of the reasons for them being in pristine condition apart from the fact that they are relatively new and well-made is that may cyclists don't use the bloody things.
Over the last few days, when driving around Wellington (something that I'm soon going to give up in favour of walking, bussing and Ubering) I've been stuck in traffic following some twonk riding in the middle of the road.
Sheesh!
I come from Northland and those pests have largely been eradicated up there.
As I said, I'll be leaving the car in the garage as much as I can in future and walking but, no doubt, I'll be annoyed by cyclists not using the cycle lanes or the road and riding on the footpaths instead.
We looked at three townhouses today - two in Kelburn and one in Thorndon.
One
Two
Three
All were acceptable in different ways but with plusses and minuses.
Number One, in Upland Road near the cable car terminal is a large monolithic cladding house that had problems (a legal settlement in 2008) of water leakage through defective workmanship. It and its attached twin were reclad 16 years ago. I mentioned this in a recent post:
There's a decent sized townhouse for sale in Kelburn, close to the cable car and university. The location is ideal. We could buy it within our budget and there doesn't seem to be a lot of urgency because potential buyers are put off by it being a 'monolithic cladding flat roofed dwelling'. These are the ones that have had water issues over the last couple of decades - the proverbial leaky homes. The property files tell me that the townhouse was re-cladded in 2009, 10 years after it was built suggesting that it was the result of a legal claim and settlement. The building report highlights some minor remedial work being necessary. The real estate agent suggested re-cladding in cedar wood to put it in a higher price bracket for future sale. We are going to see it next weekend if it hasn't been sold and If it looks suitable we will get a detailed engineering report to see if the damned thing will stand up for another 15 years. After that who cares. As long as the issues are cosmetic and aesthetic (flaking and cracking stucco can be a bit unsightly) and not fundamentally structural allowing leaking then we would be happy.
It is a magnificent house that has sadly been neglected but can be brought up to standard pretty quickly. We don't have the money to reclad it in another material like cedar wood but, if it proves to be sound then we can live with it over the next decade. The location is good and the views over the Glen gully are beautiful. The Old Girl likes the location but finds it to be too big at 250m2 (plus a few other grumbles). She is going to ask a cladding expert at her workplace (the advantage of working for a civil engineering company) for advice with a view to having an inspection done. I like this house.
Number Two in Ngaio Street is a more modern and beautifully decorated house that has everything we need and basically ticks all the boxes except for view and location. While close to the Upland Road house it is quite a walk to the cable car and a bus stop. It is a fussy old woman's house though which is why The Old Girl likes it more than me. Perhaps I'd better rephrase that - she likes the house more than I do as it is smaller than the other two (177m2). I'd be forever worried about making a mess as it is so pristine. While it is very attractive I think the Old Girl rules it out because of the walk involved.
Number Three in Hobson Street opposite Wellington Girls College is also beautifully decorated but is not as fussy as the Ngaio Street one. It is not as big as the Upland Road one at 200m2 but she still thinks it too big. As for me I like the house to be big as, growing up in a small house that was cluttered I like space around me now. The location of this is very good and while not having a great outlook like the Upland Road one, it still has more views than the Ngaio Road one. It is in great condition and would not need the remedial work that the Upland Road one does.
It's exhausting looking at houses and trying to evaluate what they are worth and whether to take a risk on buying one but the exercise was worthwhile as it is helping us to zero in on what we want. We've (she has) dropped the idea of buying an apartment so a townhouse is the likely way we will go unless a stand-alone small cottage with no gardens becomes available.
We're having a rest this afternoon. I'm tired after having been up at 4AM to watch the rugby. The England team played magnificently and deservedly beat the All Blacks. Hey ho. I have to be up early tomorrow as well to meet up with the removal people with our furniture at the storage place in Newlands. Once this job is done I can then really relax and begin to enjoy Wellington.
As you manysome maybe two regular readers know, I've been otherwise occupied and in transit over the last week so the frequency of posting has been somewhat limited.
Never mind, I'll make up for it with a plethora of posts for your edification and believe it or not, your enjoyment.
In one of Richard's previous posts, in the comments, I referenced my journey. Richard responded thus:
The old grandad was alluding to the fact that on two of my four trips down and back to Wellington over the last few weeks I have picked up two speeding tickets.
Yesterday as I was nearing Hunterville - the scene of my first speeding ticket where I was chased for a few kilometres by a police car*, I remembered Richard's advice and, as fortune would have it, I spied an old geezer in - believe me it's true - a Nissan Note ...
He was doing 30kph in the 50kph areas, 50kph in the 80kph areas and 70kph in the 100kph areas. Other cars before me were showing obvious signs of irritation and, while he wasn't galloping along, still managed to overtake him dangerously and aggressively. "This will do me" I said to myself and tucked in behind him for the last 5kms to Hunterville (the scene of my aforementioned 'chase') until I was safely past (not passed Robert, that comes later) and after the environs of Hunterville I blipped the accelerator (that's all it took) and passed the old geezer. Prowses can come in handy sometimes.
Ha! Job done.
Sticking with serendipity though, a couple of kms past Hunterville I saw the policeman who had given me the ticket parked at the side of the highway using his speed scanner. I gave him a friendly wave. I'd since passed the old geezer in the Nissan Note but was only going at 100kph so all was good.
More updates to come.
* I saw him in my rearview mirror and assumed that he was on the way to a serious offence or chasing a speedy driver so ignored him. As he kept following with his lights flashing and making no effort to overtake I then assumed that he was after me. It was a 100 kph road with no safe pullover areas so I kept going as I knew that Hunterville was just up the road a few kms. When I got to Hunterville in the 50kph zone I pulled over in an empty lot. The policeman (I don't call them 'Cops' as I think it's disrespectful) asked me if I'd seen him following. I said I had but chose to pull over when it was safe for both of us. He still gave me a ticket. For 108 kph in a 100 kph area! Fair enough - they are doing a great job and keeping everyone safe. It cost me $30 and some demerit ponts but to be honest I was expecting something much more. All good.
Yes, I'm back in Wellington so those other old bloggers had better watch out ...
... I've forgotten what for but then so have they most likely so we're even.
I started writing this post a couple of hours ago before preparing, cooking and eating dinner (tuna pizza for me and lamb chops, kumara and sautéed green vegetables for her) and got as far as the title. Now when, after dinner, I return to write the post I've forgotten what it was that I wanted to write.
The more astute reader will wonder why such a poor pun was used in this post about humour. Well, I'm glad that you asked whoever you are. The reason for this post is the rather tragic decline in the standard of wit in the other guys posts recently. With Robert that's a given, I know, and the rude reader might suggest that he is witless. I wouldn't say that myself but do suggest that he, as a Catholic Christian doesn't have much of a sense of humour - which is strange seeing that the whole religion thing is laughable.
The other regular poster, Richard, once had a keen wit but it seems to have dulled. He ... look, I'd better give you an example. In his latest post he wrote this for some reason - I guess that he's not shy:
"I was asked to heel someone yesterday. Now they look like part of a foot.
Peter is storing furniture in Oldlands when he finally comes to Wellington. Storage units in Newlands were all full.
All men are being encouraged to grow a moustache in Moera, but some people say it's a bad decision. A mo era. Hey, they spell 'error' differently in that suburb. Actually, they spell a lot of things differently when they write blog posts.
Okay, enough humour for one day."
It takes a lot of gall to write stuff like that or a lot of something that he's full of.
I think that we need to have a look at what humour is.
The Oxford Dictionary has this:
humour /ˈhjuːmə/ noun noun: humour; noun: humor; noun: cardinal humour; plural noun: cardinal humours; noun: cardinal humor; plural noun: cardinal humors1. the quality of being amusing or comic, especially as expressed in literature or speech. "his tales are full of humour" The ability to express humour or amuse other people. "their inimitable brand of humour"
The dictionary also suggests that 'humour can be:
a mood or state of mind. "her good humour vanished"
Which I can identify with after reading those other guys' posts .
Going back in time 'humour' can have different meanings again:
ARCHAIC an inclination or whim. plural noun: humours; plural noun: humors "and have you really burnt all your Plays to please a Humour?"
HISTORICAL each of the four chief fluids of the body (blood, phlegm, yellow bile(choler), and black bile (melancholy)) that were thought to determine a person's physical and mental qualities by the relative proportions in which they were present.
verb verb: humour; 3rd person present: humours; past tense: humoured; past participle: humoured; gerund or present participle: humouring; verb: humor; 3rd person present: humors; past tense: humored; past participle: humored; gerund or present participle: humoringcomply with the wishes of (someone) in order to keep them content, however unreasonable such wishes might be. "she was always humouring him to prevent trouble"
"in reading this stanza we ought to humour it with a corresponding tone of voice" Phrases out of humour — in a bad mood.
Here's an interesting graph (I know you like graphs) that show the decline of humour over time with the indication of some resurgence in recent times.
This could also, with different dates, represent the decline in Wellington area humour from 1981 to the current date with an extrapolation of what is likely to happen after mid November 2025.
It's really hot and I've been up since 4AM (watching the All Blacks beat Scotland). I've also been sorting and packing stuff for our imminent shift. I tell you - I'm over it but know that this is just the first in maybe a series of shifts until we find our ideal home in Wellington. I wish that we hadn't sold now.
Did I mention that it's hot? It's also muggy as we have had bouts of rain from showers to heavy all while the temperatures are in the mid to high 20s. Bummer!
Tomorrow the movers come to pack up everything that we haven't boxed along with the furniture.
On Tuesday they come back with the container truck to load and take everything away.
On Wednesday the cleaners come to do a thorough house clean (which hasn't stopped The Old Girl from cleaning everything in sight).
On Thursday I wait for confirmation of settlement (money in the bank) and will hand over the keys and head down south. As it will be likely the afternoon I doubt if I'll make it much past Cambridge before stopping. I might stop overnight there or in Rotorua. The Old Girl is flying to Wellington on Thursday morning as she has to be at work on Friday. I'll likely arrive in Wellington on Friday afternoon.
On Monday17th the moving company will deliver all our goods to Kiwi Self Storage in Newlands and, once it is all safely stowed away I'll be able to relax (don't do it, when you want to go to it).
I'm looking forward to next Tuesday.
Tuesday afternoon I'm just beginning to see Now I'm on my way It doesn't matter to me Chasing the clouds away
As you know we are moving to Wellington soon and will be looking for a 'permanent' place to live.
When I say 'permanent' I don't mean the dictionary meaning:
permanent /ˈpəːmənənt/
adjective lasting or intended to last or remain unchanged indefinitely...
... as, sadly, The Old Girl and I won't be lasting indefinitely, in fact, we only give ourselves a decade before we shuffle off .
"For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, / When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, / Must give us pause"
- Hamlet
We are looking for a townhouse close to the city that will suit us in our dotage. Because we (I) don't want to live in a rabbit hutch, the townhouse will have to be of a reasonable size, say three bedrooms with an attached garage. The Old Girl doesn't want a garden or any sort of grounds to have to look after hence the townhouse instead of a house or cottage. Downsizing from our current 5 bedroom house to even a 3 bedroom one has had to mean getting rid of lots of furniture and stuff.
Downsizing to a city like Wellington, instead of say, a town like Eketahuna though means that what we have got from selling our large house in Whangarei will probably only buy that rabbit hutch especially as we (read she) want to live in or within walking distance to the city centre.
The desirable areas like Oriental Bay, Mount Victoria and Thorndon are proving to be too expensive for a large townhouse and the less desirable areas like Te Aro, Mount Cook, Brooklyn and Newtown haven't yet shown us anything we want.
This has led to us sitting down and thinking about what we really want.
Initially we (mainly The Old Girl) wanted an apartment in the inner city giving us access to all that the inner city has to offer in terms of music venues, restaurants, shopping, cinema and theatre. All good but, having rented an apartment in Cuba Street we've discovered that an inner city apartment also brings noise (inside and outside the building), inconvenience in bringing stuff in or taking it out, lack of storage and having to run the gauntlet of drunk, crazy, aggressive and foul-mouthed 'homeless' people. I'm pleased to say that she has pretty much given up on the apartment idea unless a super duper one pops up but I can't see that happening.
I suggested the townhouse option knowing that she wants a low maintenance property, with no gardens and that is a 'lock-and-leave prospect should we travel in the future. This opens the door to cottages though as long as they are not too big and don't have the grounds that need looking after. We've looked at a couple of these and would have made offers if the timing had been right.
Should no close-to-the-city townhouses or cottages come our way over the next few months we then might consider suburbs a short bus ride or cheap Uber taxi ride away from the city. Suburbs like Brooklyn, Newtown, Roseneath and Island Bay come to mind and some might have nice views like we are used to.
However - back to the shuffling off theme. We really only want a place to live in for say a decade before we are dead or infirm. To this end we shouldn't compromise on the location and the facilities that a townhouse has to offer and also not worry about the resale in the future. The worst house in the best street idea or, to use another cliche, you're not looking at your own house when you are inside it.
Long-term renting is one option or, secondly, taking a risk.
There's a decent sized townhouse for sale in Kelburn, close to the cable car and university. The location is ideal. We could buy it within our budget and there doesn't seem to be a lot of urgency because potential buyers are put off by it being a 'monolithic cladding flat roofed dwelling'. These are the ones that have had water issues over the last couple of decades - the proverbial leaky homes. The property files tell me that the townhouse was re-cladded in 2009, 10 years after it was built suggesting that it was the result of a legal claim and settlement. The building report highlights some minor remedial work being necessary. The real estate agent suggested re-cladding in cedar wood to put it in a higher price bracket for future sale. We are going to see it next weekend if it hasn't been sold and If it looks suitable we will get a detailed engineering report to see if the damned thing will stand up for another 15 years. After that who cares. As long as the issues are cosmetic and aesthetic (flaking and cracking stucco can be a bit unsightly) and not fundamentally structural allowing leaking then we would be happy.
Hey ho! Another adventure.
I know that I've used this Warren Zevon song before in a post but I like it.
Mind you, in a similar vein this Bob Dylan song's good too.
Actually, yesterday was Fry Day for me because I fried some eggs for lunch.
Three actually, two for me and one for S. Then I wandered off to read P's promised afternoon post. It wasn't there. I knew I'd have to settle for Ro's post this morning. It was quite long and all about J and his 'mother' M. There was a lot of AI stuff about them too. I didn't read that bit. M was the mother of J BUT J had been around for a long time before he was 'born'. After all, he is a member of the Holy Trinity - two boys and a bird.
Is dad holding a flute?
P moves back to Wellington soon. The settlement date for his Whangarei house is next week. Ro is coming to lunch tomorrow, with L. I'm looking forward to meeting L.
As I've told you before, on Saturday afternoon I have a practice with C & D. It is for a gig of C's where he wants to play a suite that he has written. I'm on double bass, so I'm doing a bit of practice on that instrument. I must do some violin today.
L lives in Feilding. A good outcome of this is that Ro has learnt to spell the name of this town correctly. The town name has nothing to do with this...
fielding
So, why am I calling people by their first name initial? It's something that Ro does. However, with his name, I have to distinguish it from me, Ri. Actually, he normally refers to me as RBB. I should really call him BdB, after his blog name. After all, P has long been known as TC. J! This is getting confusing!
A promised new post is coming and it is a doozy. Forget all that claptrap that purports to be posting from those sad old (you're sad Mistah!) other bloggers. Leave them to fiddle about with, well, their fiddles and their religion (do you see the inference there?).
The Old Girl has gone up north to Russel for a couple of days and while I will miss her it means that the study, for the last few days is my domain.
I have some free time today from doing house moving stuff.
Today the cleaners were supposed to arrive to do the thorough house clean. This meant that I was up very early moving things out of cupboards and off surfaces to make it easier to clean. I also installed the ladder scaffold system to make it easier for the cleaners to clean the chandeliers.
The Old Girl spent her time cleaning!
Cleaning!
She cleaned surfaces, paintwork, window sills, the bathrooms and vacuumed the floors. I reminded her that the cleaners were coming and would do that ... sheesh!
The cleaners didn't turn up. The Old Girl rang them at about 10.30 AM - some problem.
I suggested that they forget it for today and come next Wednesday. I chose this day because the removal people will be taking away all the furniture and boxes on Tuesday so the house will be empty and easier to clean. They had to get back to us. Eventually, after a few phone calls it was agreed (hopefully) that they will turn up early on Wednesday. Sheesh (again) - is this what you get for $900?
I could have gone to tennis as it's a great day here - sunny, no wind, warm etc. But no, I waited around for cleaners.
Actually, I didn't wait around - The Old Girl did. I loaded up the car at 7AM and drove off to the tip at 8 AM with the final load of rubbish and give-away stuff.
The good news for readers of course is that I'm able to post this morning and, if you play your cards right, post again this afternoon. Lucky yous (a colloquialism most likely found in Waiunuiomata). This must be of great relief to you given Robert's threat to be the only daily post with him guaranteeing:
" Yes I guarantee all my readers a jolly good read every morning."
That is if hearing about him having a haircut and lowering the IQ average of Wainuiomata is a 'jolly good read".
Let's talk about Maori rights vs the rights of non-Maori New Zealanders.
Are you aware that The Waitangi Tribunal has recommended that Maori seeking citizenship for children should be granted it regardless of where that child is born?
The Citizenship Act 1977 provides for four types of citizenship - citizenship by birth, descent, grant, and special grant - but it limits citizenship by descent to one generation.
The Tribunal recommended that citizenship by descent be extended to two generations for Māori!
The Tribunal found that the Crown has breached the principles of the Treaty of Waitangi in a number of ways, including by:
Designing an application process in which a Government official is empowered to determine the legitimacy of someone's whakapapa, which breached the principles of active protection and rangatiratanga. Prioritising location of birth over whakapapa during the citizenship application process, which breached the principle of good government.
So the average Joe New Zealander, who isn't Maori, who for whatever reason decides to live overseas for a while and have children will find that those children will have to go through the normal process of citizenship application but, if the child has Maori parents all that will be waived?
