7.19am.

Well, it was when I started writing this post.

Actually, it's 7.20am already.

Robert is probably up already and cleaning a Presbyterian church somewhere.

I'm not sure if Peter is still in bed, but of one thing I can assure you, he won't be in the office. He's not allowed in there.

Peter is in Christchurch and probably making a nuisance of himself in wine bars. 

He's still pissed off about that pregnant waitress, years ago, who gave him a beer.

I'm playing at Tawa Library this morning. Must remember to tighten my violin bow. I'll be using minimal gear this morning. Unless I break a string, or my tiny little backing track amp starts playing up, I should be okay. I'm not amplifying my instruments.

Tomorrow I return to Himatangi. I get to stay the night in Foxton - LUCKY ME!

"New Zealand's own fox town."

There is absolutely nothing to do in Foxton on a Sunday evening. No restaurants, no movie theatres. Nothing. And, if there was anything, it's not going to be open on Sunday evening.

I have to be at the pottery (Himatangi) at 7am on Monday morning to let some guys in to move some heavy gates. PAIN IN THE ARSE.

It's raining in Nuova Lazio. No big deal really. I just hope it's not raining in Himatangi Monday morning. 

Well, that's it from me.

Ciao tutti.