I received a message from SPARK my phone and email provider, telling me that I was unable to receive emails on my iPad because it was old technology and not 4G compliant.
SPARK has, like other providers moved from 3G technology to 4G and 5G whatever that means.
I've checked it out and sure enough my iPad that I bought 4 years ago is a 9th generation one. 4G + can only operate on a minimum of 10th generation so I'm stuffed.
My phone which I bought brand new last year is an iPhone 16 and apparently (for the moment) is compliant.
The laptop I use is an Apple Air 2020 model so no doubt the cartels that collude between hardware and connectivity will be junking this soon. At the moment I can get my emails on it but I'm not holding my breath.
I'm tired of this planned obsolescence in technology with 'improvements' that I don't use rendering the equipment I own to be out of date soon after I buy it.
I checked and there is no upgrade possible on the iPad to move from 2G and 3G capability to 4G and 5G. The helpful suggestion was to buy a new one!
I like my iPad and use it a lot when in bed, in the bath, in another room away from the study, when travelling or out and about. I can catch up with news, read the blogs, read e-books and of course access and read and send my emails. I much prefer using this than a phone as it's easier to read and to write on it. I'm going to have to buy a new one. I think the latest is generation 11 but Murphy's Law dictates that as soon as I buy one, the next day the new generation will roll over to 12.
The best deal on a new model, the basic one, is $879. I'll put my case to The Old Girl.
... Listen to what I'm putting down Hey baby, I'm your handyman"
My new Swanndri overalls arrived by post today.
I bought them in the on-line 50% off sale and boy, am I happy with them. They are made from quality material and to a good design - much better than the ones I used to have up north.
I modelled them for The Old Girl but she just laughed for some reason and asked why I bought them as I'm not a handyman. Cheek!
I think that I'll wear them to Richard's place on Saturday to make him and Robert jealous.
That latest quiz went down like a lead balloon but I think, after reading the contributor comments, I understand the problem. It was too highbrow. What the readers want apparently is unoriginality, simplicity, easiness and the quiz questions to be in picture format - child's play if you will.
"... Get your money for nothin', get your chicks for free."
The other boogers bloggers have accused me of fraud, corruption and obfuscation over my recent quiz who, not just coincidentally both failed to score even one correct answer.
"yes sad and ro (sic) be expected when the scoring method is corrupt. maybe the wine guy is off to the Philippines with the prize money." Robert - 28 June 2026
"Here's a good definition of bullshit. "Any quiz by The Curmudgeon."" Richard - 27 giugno 2026
Should I be worried?
No, not really as it was a case of 'my quiz, my rules' but it has made me ponder about fraud and corruption and whether in New Zealand they have increased in recent times.
An internet search showed that, according to global watchdogs and national statistics, fraud and corruption have increased in recent years. This is largely driven by cybercrime, the rapid rise of AI-driven scams, and the growth of international financial crimes.
Fraud has become the fastest-growing and most prevalent type of crime in New Zealand. The New Zealand Ministry of Justice has reported on increases in annual deception and fraud offenses, with scams targeting both individuals and businesses.
We used to think that New Zealand was corruption free but our historically good reputation has now been undermined. In the Transparency International Corruption Perceptions Index, New Zealand’s score has trended downwards, reflecting public concerns regarding a lack of transparency around political lobbying, political finance, and procurement. Reports by the Serious Fraud Office and the Office of the Auditor-General highlight a rise in corruption associated with public sector contracting, bid-rigging, and immigration. The OECD Anti-Corruption and Integrity Outlook further notes that organized crime is increasingly using corruption to infiltrate legal economies.
This is very disappointing but, I guess, is symptomatic of the decline in values as seen in most facets of life today. Lack of decency, respect, morals, care, concern for others etc. have declined in my lifetime. It's no surprise that the rise of social media usage, over-reliance on new technology and AI driven information feeds coincide with this decline. Sheesh!
It's bloody freezing today and the weather has been wild for the last couple of days.
I'm sure that Richard and Shelley are glad that they didn't drive to Greytown where the weather is just as bad or worse I hear.
Shelley is unwell apparently and Richard has 'man flu'.
Lynn seems to have caught the 'man flu' I had and has been snuggling in bed all today. I ventured out this morning to get provisions and some Lemsip and Robitussin for her. The Thorndon pharmacy was closed so I had to walk to the Chemist Warehouse in Lambton Quay but didn't mind the walk as I'd dressed in 3 layers for it. One of the advantages of living in a close-to-the-city suburb is being able to easily walk to shops and services.
Yesterday, in the middle of a major gale I had to do some emergency repairs to the rear fence which was threatening to collapse under the strong winds. I cobbled together some materials and nailed some bracing to the fence. This hopefully will hold until a repairman fixes the fence next week. I had to don waterproof overtrousers, my Muck boots and a 'souwester' raincoat to do this in. One thing that I miss about our house up north is the amount of spare timber and bits and pieces of building materials I had stored in the basement. These came in handy for emergency repairs. The downside of living in a tidy townhouse is the absence of these. I used some bits of wood that the handyman who is doing some work for us left awaiting finishing his chores next week. He'll have to buy some more timber now. Funny enough, when he was about to affix a bit of outdoor artwork to that very same fence he alerted me to the fact that it might fall down in a storm and has strengthening it on his list of things to do.
This is to go on the fence once it's repaired
Stay warm, stay safe and I hope that your houses don't blow down.
Do you remember The Great Quiz Controversy Fiasco of 2023?
The quiz series had to be abandoned for a while see: HERE
One of Richard's alter ego got a bit snippy as did Richard.
After a while things settled down and The Curmudgeons Inc.ⓒ reintroduced the quizzes along with conundrums, riddles and other stimulating brain teasers.
I'm sad to report though that the latest of these little delectables has fallen on deaf ears - 'pearls before swine' if you will and has gone unappreciated.
See here the peevish responses from a couple of contributors who each only managed to get 0 out of 5 answers correct.
It's sad really but only to be expected.
Just to hand is news that Richard has gone out and created a new quiz of his own.
Robert must have joined forces with Richard's Bass Bag Confederacy as both he and Richard both scored zero on the latest The Curmudgeons Inc.ⓒ quiz.
For those interested here are the official answers to the questions - none of which were answered correctly or to the satisfaction of the adjudicator (me). Please see the competition rules* and know that there will be no discussion on these or the results. Thank you.
Question one: What do these people have in common? Franz Schubert Richard Prowse Carl Orff
Answer: They are all ex school teachers.
Question two: What do these people have in common? Trent Horn Robert Prowse Sister Mary Fruitloop
Answer: They all promulgate crazy Catholic beliefs.
Question three: What do these people have in common? The Curmudgeon Chiara Ferragni Joanna Goddard
Answer: They all have been acknowledged for their blogging.
Question four: What do these things have in common Eternity Elephants The end of space
Answer: They all have the letter 'e' in common:
Eternity starts with an 'e'; elephants has two 'e's; The end of space ends with an 'e'.
Question five: What do these places have in common? Wainuiomata Moera Thorndon
Answer: Nothing.
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I remember, when I was a kid, the Children's Holiday Programme was broadcast on the National Programme. The programme had daily sessions featuring stories, music, and question-and-answer games to keep kids entertained during school breaks.
These were very good especially on rainy days with stories like Little Toot, Diana and The Golden Apples, Maxi The Taxi Driver, Flick the Little Fire Engine, Sparky etc keeping us enthralled and the quizzes engendered fierce competition between me and my siblings.
As the weather has packed up and no doubt the bloggers are indoors sheltering from the cold and rain, I thought that a little quiz game might come in handy.
As you are all out of practice since the last quiz I ran was back in February 2025 I've decided to keep this one short and limited to five questions only - easy ones.
Here goes.
Question one:
What do these people have in common?
Franz Schubert
Richard Prowse
Carl Orff
Question two:
What do these people have in common?
Trent Horn
Robert Prowse
Sister Mary Fruitloop
Question three:
What do these people have in common?
The Curmudgeon
Chiara Ferragni
Joanna Goddard
Question four:
What do these things have in common?
Eternity
Elephants
The end of space
Question five:
What do these places have in common?
Wainuiomata
Moera
Thorndon
Send in your answers and I promise that if you are successful your name will be published.
When it's raining heavily like this morning I drive The Old Girl to work and or pick her up in the evening.
I swear though that she's getting more and more like Hyacinth Bucket in her 'back-seat driving'.
As the blog readers struggle with reading long posts it's necessary to alternate with simple posts ideally accompanied by video clips, cartoons, pretty pictures or promises of things to be won.
* What the person who named Greytown probably intended if his spelling was as atrocious as Robert's is.
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Richard has picked up a bug.
You just never know what those Wainuiomartians will get up to next.
With luck he'll get up to Greytown on Saturday provided he leaves a day early. Mind you, he lives so far out in the wop wops he's halfway to the wire-wrapper Wairarapa already.
I hope the old guy gets better before his trip and, if not, he uses a mask when socialising.
I've had some sort of a cold for over a week now with similar symptoms to the one he describes. I must have picked it up on a bus trip or at the picture theatre Sunday week ago. I must try and remember to wear a mask when I do this. I do recall some idiot sneezing and coughing at the film (De Gaulle) and thinking at the time that the person should have stayed at home.
Robert of Bob's discombobulate Bobadilish (I must provide him with another name soon) has been using what he calls a tag-line provided by The Vatican this year. It is "Embrace Your Cross" although he gets confused and sometimes writes "Carry Your Cross". That's OK, it's nonsense whichever way you look at it.
The Vatican has wheeled out this construct regularly over the centuries with popes using the cross imagery to represent active discipleship, urging Christians to share in the redemptive love of Christ by stepping into the pain and struggles of others. As such the theme of 'carrying your cross' appears frequently in papal homilies, encyclicals, and Vatican-related messaging.
In recent years Pope Francis emphasised that "to carry the cross of Christ is never in vain". He explained it means becoming "each of us, for one another, a Simon of Cyrene" by bearing the burdens and sufferings of others. Well, he was pope so had to say something to keep the followers in check I suppose.
This year, new pope Pope Leo XIV described the call to carry the cross as an embrace of the "Way of the Cross," a path of unity, hope, and faithful witness to the Gospel" - Witnessing to the Faith. To demonstrate this he actually carried a cross around all of the Stations of the Cross. A bit over the top I feel but he is American and they like to appeal to the lowest common denominators.
As a result Catholic Churches around the world are exhorting their followers to 'Embrace (or carry) The Cross". This supersedes that other silly slogan - "Have fun and don't sin" which Robert did to death.
In light of this I was wondering how The Vatican markets these concepts and whether there is in fact, as I have suspected, a Josef Goebbels-type propaganda machine at work. I contacted The Vatican (+39 06 6988 45600) and asked to talk to the head of marketing. I was put through to Prefect Analyctix and here's a transcript of our conversation which makes up Interview number 39 in this very popular series.
The Curmudgeon: Ah Bonjorneo .. err Signiturore Analyct ... er Prefect ...
Prefect Analyctix: English is fine The Curmudgeon. I sort of speak it as I am American.
The Curmudgeon: American? Wow - I didn't know. By the way you can call me TC.
Prefect Analyctix: TC? I like it. Top Cat was one of my favourite cartoon characters - well, I am from New York after all.
The Curmudgeon: New York. Oh that's right the new pope's from New York isn't he.
Prefect Analyctix: Rob's actually from Chicago but I won't hold that against him especially since we beat the sh... the stuffing out of them at basketball recently.
The Curmudgeon: Rob?
Prefect Analyctix: Rob, yes, Robert Francis Prevost. You'd know him better as Pope Leo XIV. Rob likes to have some Americans on his team to balance out those eyetie cardinals.
The Curmudgeon: Ahh, I see, the politics of religion.
Prefect Analyctix: No, just good business practice. When Rob made me Prefect ...
The Curmudgeon: ... I was a prefect at school you know.
Prefect Analyctix: Glory days TC, glory days. "Contritionem praecedit superbia, et ante ruinam exaltatur spiritus." which means ...
The Curmudgeon: ... "Pride precedes destruction and an exalted spirit before a fall."
Prefect Analyctix: Well done TC. You must be one of those famous 3P boys I've heard about.
The Curmudgeon: Yeah but if you want to know anything about double entry bookkeeping or where Zambesi is then you'd need a 3G boy.
Prefect Analyctix: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ...
The Curmudgeon: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ...
Prefect Analyctix: So tell me TC, why the call?
The Curmudgeon: I read about Rob's sorry, Pope Leo's exhortation to Catholics to use the 'carry your cross' greeting or sign-off and I wondered ...
Prefect Analyctix: ... where did you read it?
The Curmudgeon: Robert, not the pope, is using it on his blog Bob's discombobulate Bobadilish.
Prefect Analyctix: WTF? Bob's discombobulate Bobadilish! Is he mad?
The Curmudgeon: Yeah, kind of, he is a Catholic ... no offense.
Prefect Analyctix: None taken. Between you and me it's all a game. Did you know that it was one of mine?
The Curmudgeon: One of your what?
Prefect Analyctix: One of my marketing campaigns, the latest in fact. "Carry Your Cross" has a ring about it don't you think? I was head of marketing and advertising ata Madison Avenue agency before Rob recruited me as Prefect.
The Curmudgeon: What does Prefect actually mean Prefect?
Prefect Analyctix: Here at The Vatican the Prefect oversees the Vatican's official news portals, publishing house, press office, and radio networks. I'm the head of the Dicastery for Communication. Its a funny term 'dicastry' and I suspect some lowbrows would like to make scatological jokes about it.
The Curmudgeon: I know just the person. He was one of the 3G students. He would also make rude 'witticisms' about your name.
Prefect Analyctix: It figures. As I was saying, I manage all Vatican media operations, including Vatican News the L'Osservatore Romano newspaper, and the Holy See Press Office.
The Curmudgeon: That's impressive. In my past career I was a marketer. A wine marketer.
Prefect Analyctix: Really? Then you would have written those back labels on wine bottles and created the blurb and hype around wine and wine brands then. You must be good at obfuscating the truth and creating nonsense. I suspect that you are an atheist but, having been in the famous 3P must have been a Catholic at some time. Why not come back into the fold. I could create a job here for you my son.
The Curmudgeon: It's TC, not Mason but thanks, I'm quite happy here and have a very successful blog that keeps me busy.
Prefect Analyctix: Oh, OK, but if you change your mind give me a call. I have to run now.
The Curmudgeon: I'll call again soon as I want to ask you about some of the past Vatican marketing scams, er, campaigns like aggiornamento, new evangelisation, "mercy over judgment", Nostra Aetate and others.
Prefect Analyctix: They were some doozies all right. I wish they had been mine. I've got some new ones I plan to introduce soon that I'd like to get your input on, things like:
Give us a 7. Give us another 7. And another 7. What have we got? 777!
You can still be a nun if you are not a virgin.
Photo competition - best pics of the Virgin Mary statues.
New motto - "Don't leave home without your scapula".
The Curmudgeon: (voce sotto Sheesh!). Yeah, good Prefect, I can help you with those. Ciao.
Not to be confused with 'revive your croissants' which is where stale, day-old croissants that have lost their flakiness can be restored to a crunchy crust and tender interior by:
Slicing the croissant in half and placing the cut-side down into a dry pan over medium heat. Toasting until golden brown, then flipping and briefly frying the other side.
Or, running the croissant under a quick stream of cold water, then placing it directly on the oven rack in a 200°C oven for 6 minutes.
The dictionary meaning of embrave is 'to make fine or impressive'.
Do you remember the Monty Python line "blessed are the cheesemakers" when people at the back at the Sermon on the Mount couldn't hear what 888 was saying? Maybe then, Robert with his dodgy hearing misheard when old 888 said "embrace your cross" and he heard "embrave your croissant". He will now go on a crusade or mission seeking to convert people to his new doctrine.
I notice that it is colder in Wellington than we have been used to in Northland. I guess that the description of Northland as 'the winterless north' is fairly accurate.
I've taken to wearing my woollen cardigan indoors in the evening more than usual and often wear at least two layers when going on my walks.
The Old Girl too, dresses warmer and, while not lamenting not having her Eskimo fur-lined anorak that she used in Canada, has indicated that she still would like to have her fur coat and damn the political incorrectness.
I went out first thing to buy a pair of robust hiking shoes. I need to get wide-fitting ones which turn out to be rare.
I tried Sketchers as I have some very comfortable wide-fitting walking shoes but as we will be doing some hiking in Australia I need some stronger shoes or boots. I prefer shoes as I don't plan to do much hiking or tramping at home and boots would be a bit of overkill.
Sketchers didn't have any hiking shoes and the ones I identified on-line at Mac Pac were unavailable in my size so I crossed Willis Street to Kathmandu and bingo - found some Salomon hiking shoes in wide fitting that had just come on sale today at 40% off. $228 instead of $380. They fit well and are comfortable as proven on my walk home and I'm going to head out for another walk soon - maybe to the botanic gardens.
I plan to boost my walking over the next 6 weeks to wear the shoes in and to get a bit of extra fitness for our holiday. I guess that we will do a bit of walking and hiking while in Oz and I don't want to be flagging.
Old Robert, his imaginary god bless him, is still slavishly following The Catholic Church's right of centre line in politics and societal mores.
Here's what he wrote in his post this morning:
"The elections must be coming up. My union wants me to vote Labour. I haven't heard that National has done anything bad except killing lots of little babies."
Maybe he was out of the country when the current New Zealand coalition government (National, ACT, and NZ First) provided tax cuts to property investors, implemented broad public service cuts, reduced the free school lunch program, slowed and cancelled environmental initiatives, repealed smoke-free laws, and held up advancement of legislation regarding Te Tiriti o Waitangi.
Oh! Hold on - he was here in New Zealand and has only ever been away for two weeks.
I read on Scoop news that more than 1 million eligible voters did not vote in the 2023 New Zealand elections.
What's wrong with these idiots? Or, I should ask "what's wrong with most of these people?" given that there will be a small percentage who are very aged, infirm or congenitally impaired.*
The information came from a Conservative Party press release but I assume even those idiots can read and interpret statistics.
New Zealand is a stable democratic country that is proud to have used this democracy to pass ground-breaking social justice, educational, health, environmental protection and other forms of advanced legislation and personal freedoms.
In 2023 however nearly 1.2 million people eligible to vote did not do so.
In this country voting is a right not just a privilege and, more than theoretically, eligible citizens can help to influence the political, social and economic direction that the country goes in.
"Elections determine who forms government, how public money is spent, what laws are enacted, and the priorities of national policy. Decisions affecting housing, healthcare, education, employment, taxation, law and order, infrastructure, and social services are all shaped by those elected to Parliament. When people choose not to vote, they effectively leave these decisions to others. Every non-voter increases the relative influence of those who do participate.
Based on current Electoral Commission estimates of approximately 4.05 million eligible voters, a political party seeking to enter Parliament under New Zealand's MMP system would need support equivalent to approximately 202,500 voters to achieve the 5 percent party vote threshold."
Scoop 15 June 2026, Conservative Party press release.
It's easy to see why the Conservative Party is making noises about this as, being a party outside of Parliament, the million potential voters are an opportunity for them to pass the 5% threshold given that they would only need one in six of those votes.
For once I agree with them. Not their policies obviously as they are a far right bunch of arseholes now pretending to be centrist (if they really were centrist they would be either the National Party or the right-leaning parts of the Labour Party). I just agree that if a fair proportion of the non-voting million plus New Zealanders bothered to use their democratic rights then the things that they bitch and moan about might get improved and legislated with either a more powerful ruling government or coalition or some more voices to be heard in Parliament who might listen to their bitching and moaning.
Sheesh!
* Hutt Valley South electors are now allowed to vote.
In slang, "funk" typically refers to a state of depression or a bad mood (e.g., "being in a funk"). Its adjective "funky" can mean something smells bad, has a weird/unconventional style, or refers to a groovy musical rhythm.
Why do I say this?
Check out Richard's latest post where he wrote:
"Yesterday's jam was a bit of a waste of time but at least there were nice people there. I have absolutely no gigs coming, so why do I practise so much? Well, as a jazz bassist said once, "Funk is its own reward." I don't know why he used the word funk and not jazz but, never mind, the intended message is the same."
We just hope that he's not taking funk too literally.
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I spent some time yesterday finalising our August bookings for our Australia trip. We fly to Darwin, stay there a couple of days before boarding the GHAN train to Adelaide (3 days and nights). I've yet to book accommodation and plan activities in South Australia but will do that soon.
I booked a 12 hour 'experience' of Kakadu national park near Darwin which will be good.
Kakadu national park
Today I need to look to buy some sturdy but comfortable hiking/walking boots that are wide-fitting. I gave away a new pair to Robert recently as I didn't buy the wide-fitting variant and they cramped my feet a bit. I guess I have or have developed flat feet so need wider fitting shoes for comfort.
Yesterday afternoon we saw another French film festival film De Gaulle:Tilting Iron which is well worth going to. It's an epic look at Charles De Gaulle's 'wilderness' years in London and Africa after the fall of France in 1940. The French have done this well creating a fascinating look into the politics behind warfare.
I dislike apps and try to avoid downloading them to my phone. They, to me are an example of how the world has gone mad and people are being duped in to giving up freedoms, personal selections and responsibility to technology. Apps = AI and AI = ridiculously wealthy and influential IT people like Elon Musk who is now set to become a trillionaire. "Fuck that"I say.
It's hard to do a lot of things nowadays without having to have a bloody smart phone with apps on it.
Order a burger at McDonalds? You need a card capable of PayWave (which I've deactivated on mine).
Pay for parking in the street? PayWave via a bloody app.
Try to get a new NewWorld clubcard+? Download and use the app but ...
... I don't want to use an app for this I want a bloody replacement plastic card! It took me two visits to the local New World store and lots of conversation and several attempts on-line to re-register as myself, changes passwords and PIN numbers and a whole lot of hassle to order a plastic card which, I'm told, might take up to 4 weeks to be delivered!
Our world is being run by 'smart' young things who have never lived in an analog world and who think everyone has a smart mobile phone or device welded to their hands. I'm getting sick of it.
I had trouble with my Apple 16 phone over the last week with the bloody settings dropping out and being unable to access my emails. Unfortunately some 'smart' young thing at Apple some time ago thought it a good idea to connect all Apple devices so my phone, watch, iPad and laptop all merrily cavort using my information, leaving analog-me in the dark. I tried all sorts of reset procedures only to totally block the damned internet traffic. I had to visit the Spark store this morning to get things sorted.
Why has life become so complicated? Maybe we need Musk to become a trillionaire so as to finance himself a trip to Mars where he can bloody well get stranded or disappear in a big puff of smoke along with his AI ambitions.
... I wonder if Robert's funny little wooden man's dick has shrunk.
No doubt Richard is hibernating in his man cave with the heater on full blast. I wonder what his electricity bill is?
I received our latest bill today and it's for $317! Faarq!
The thermostat on the heating system showed a temperature of 12 degrees inside the house before (now 13 degrees) making me want to turn the central heating on but ... "I received our latest bill today and it's for $317! Faarq!"
Maybe I'll go out for another walk to warm up. It is sunny outside after all.
I walked down to Lambton Quay to the bank this morning to sort out a payment for our GHAN train trip from Darwin to Adelaide in August. All sorted now. I'm looking forward to this and to the side trips we will do to visit some national parks near Darwin, Uluru and wineries in South Australia.
We won't be doing what this joker who looks like Robert is doing though:
I just bought some bolt cutters at Bunnings ($70).
I'll need these to cut through the padlock on my locker at the golf club. I also have to arrange to meet the club secretary so as to buy a new access fob for the building.
It's such a hassle and c**ts like the thief probably have no idea as to the unnecessary hassle they cause people. Not that they'd care anyway.
The Bunnings people said that due to the hardened steel used in the padlock shackle the bolt cutter blade will likely get munted so that it's a one-use job.
If there still is some cutting ability left in them though, I know of one function it could serve on the scrote who broke into our car.
I should have known. Donald Trump and his feeble administration have weakened that once strong threat to something like "just wait until your father comes home".
I thought that living in a nice street in a good suburb of Wellington that has elite schools, embassies and various government departments would be a safe bet. Along with this is the fact that the house next door to ours, right next door, houses the US Marines - the protection troops for the nearby American Embassy.
The U.S. Embassy in Wellington utilises a dedicated detachment of Marine Corps Embassy Security Guards (MSG) to protect classified information and provide internal security for the diplomatic facility. These active-duty Marines work under the oversight of the embassy's Regional Security Office.
You'd think that this would make our street safer and the houses and property next door even more so.
Today when I took the car out - from its position right outside or front door and merely metres away from the US Marines house I immediately noticed:
The glove box was open and empty
Contents of the glove box were scattered across the front and rear seats
The centre console was open
The contents of the console were scattered on the floor and seats
The change alcove was open
Some scrote had been in the car!
I did a quick check and discovered that, from memory, the only things missing were two sets of keys that I keep in the console. One being the key and a fob that lets me in to the golf club and my locker. The other being a spare key to our storage unit at Kennards. Replacing the fob will be a hassle and I don't know how I'll access the locker. I'll have to buy a hacksaw.
I walked up and down our street and found a couple of items discarded in a neighbour's' driveway that I recognised as being from our car - a golf tee and a small atomiser of windscreen defogger.
In the Villas driveway I found a wind jacket beside our fence. On checking inside our fence I found a few items from the glove box including prescription glasses in a case. These are hellishly expensive but are not sunglasses so the scrote ditched them.
Why they took the keys though is anyone' s guess as they were unidentified. Maybe they thought that the keys were to one of the houses in the villa complex we live in.
I reported this on-line to the police - for statistical purposes only - and put a warning note in all of the 9 other residents' mailboxes that some thief might try to use the keys to gain access to their townhouses.
We lived in a remote coastal area for 16 years and never had any problems from theft or wilful damage. Here we are in the so-called safe suburb of Wellington and this happens. Bastards!
Anyway - worse things happen. We (and Robert and his pal L) could have been in the Philippines when that earthquake struck today.
It's been raining quite heavily through the night and this morning. I'm glad that we had the windows resealed last month. Everything is dry and the wind no longer whistles through the gaps that were there.
At least I don't have to go out and check all the neighbours' bins for water ingress like Richard does. Maybe it's just an excuse to fossick through their rubbish.
I drove The Old Girl to work this morning and, if the weather stays bad will pick her up this evening.
Given that this rain looks like it's here to stay I'll myself stay indoors and catch up with 'administration' jobs as being the Minister Of Home Affairs* requires.
Checking the blogs is high on my priority if not hers and it was pleasing to see that Robert is back among the living after having disappeared into the wilderness for a few years days like his pal Jesus did. Apparently his world-wide adventures are of limited duration and he's on his way back this weekend. I wonder if this will turn him into a frequent traveller. If so - good. Travel broadens the mind they say.
Richard's occasional post was really just a moan about the rain in the 'Nui and the fact that his neighbours leave their rubbish bin lids up in the rain. Sheesh! You'd think that, given the state of the world he'd have bigger things to worry about. He's like Donald Trump pissing about with vanity projects rather than sorting out global conflicts.
He said this: "I'm working on diminished things at the moment."
Childhood is when you keep gaining, old age is when you keep losing. The Golden Years the PR people keep gloating at us about are golden because that’s the color of the light at sunset.
Of course diminishment isn’t all there is to aging. Far from it. Life out of the rat race, but still in the comfort zone, can give the chance to be in the moment, and bring real peace of mind.
If memory remains sound and the thinking mind retains its vigor, an old intelligence may have extraordinary breadth and depth of understanding. It’s had more time to gather knowledge and more practice in comparison and judgment. No matter if the knowledge is intellectual or practical or emotional, if it concerns alpine ecosystems or the Buddha nature or how to reassure a frightened child: when you meet an old person with that kind of knowledge, if you have the sense of a bean sprout you know you’re in a rare and irreproducible presence.
Same goes for old people who keep their skill at any craft or art they’ve worked at for all those years. Practice does make perfect. They know how, they know it all, and beauty flows effortlessly from what they do.
But all such existential enlargements brought by living long are under threat from the lessening of strength and stamina. However well compensated for by intelligent coping mechanisms, small or large breakdowns in one bit of the body or another begin to restrict activity, while the memory is dealing with overload and slippage. Existence in old age is progressively diminished by each of these losses and restrictions. It’s no use saying it isn’t so, because it is so.
It’s no use making a fuss about it, or being afraid of it, either, because nobody can change it ..."
- Ursula Le Guin
If so then good on him. He, like me is a realist and just gets on with things.
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After blog trawling and post writing my administration duties involve:
Paying various bills on-line,
Making hotel and rental car bookings for our Australian trip in August
Confirming my travel arrangements (flight up and train back) to Auckland to the opera in September
Booking ferry and train travel to Christchurch also in September
That should keep me busy today and surprise The Old Girl who expects me to snooze most of the day because I didn't sleep well last night.
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