Southern hospitality

Friday

Boy they are friendly down here!

We were buying some screws for the new bunk beds – didn’t quite have enough cash as Chris left his wallet at home. “Don’t worry about it. Drop it in the next time you are passing, no worries” says the guy.

A passer by stopped to say hi. We were soon so engrossed in conversation that he missed his bus – so I dropped him down the hill. Does that make us locals already?

There are busloads of mountain bikers being ferried up Signal Hill Road, some on tours, others driven by girl friends or mates. The turnaround time is about 15 minutes, so it must be a steep little downhill run. Our wee road is quite busy after work…

We are not quite ready to have visitors yet but the bedrooms are nearly sorted and the kitchen is fully operational. The chef, unfortunately for everyone else, is off on Monday for a course in Auckland – I’m still trying to get the reading done, might have to finish it on the plane.

And we are quite glad to be here in the solid south where stuff stays on shelves, unlike Wellington which seems to be on quite shaky ground ever since we left.