I drove home not long after 7am this morning.
A little bit later I rang Peter and he was driving home too (well, it won't be his home for much longer). His drive will be a little longer than mine. Newtown to Wainuiomata vs Cuba Street to Whangarei.
While still in Newtown I read Rob's latest little use of possessive apostrophes post. He wrote about his god, drunk people in Moera, voting for local council and what good food he'll have when his girlfriend returns.
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| Rob is a big supporter of gay rights. |
Actually, Rob didn't vote in the local election. Maybe the task was too difficult?
Here's what they expect you to do:
- Get a letter from your letterbox.
- Open it.
- Check the voting form.
- Read about the candidates.
- Tick a few boxes.
- Put the information in a supplied envelope.
- Pop the envelope into a postbox.
Rob and I both live in 'The Hutt' so I had to go through this process too. I knew of a few candidates, but some I had to read about in the included pamphlet. It was all pretty clear, and I completed the task in a short period of time. It certainly didn't take hours, or weeks. I measured the time it took in minutes.
As readers of this blog will know, I played at an 'open mic' concert in Newtown yesterday evening. It all went well enough. There weren't many people, but they were a nice lot. They seemed to like my playing. Someone asked me where I normally play. I said, "At home." As I predicted, they were all singer guitarists, along with two singer pianists. As I got ready to play, I looked all worried and called out to Shelley, "Oh no, I've left my violin capo at home!" Shelley went into a bit of a panic and I quickly had to tell everyone that it was a violinist joke.
For those of you who don't know, a capo is something that guitarists often use to change the key of the chord shapes they want to use. Violinists do not use a capo. I didn't hear if anyone laughed at my joke.
Well, that'll do for this late Monday post.
I heard whispers that we might get a post from Peter this evening. I think it depends on his charging up the batteries in his laptop. Time will tell.
Ciao tutti.
Sii gentile.
Drive carefully Peter.
No more speeding tickets please and stay out of bus lanes.
Rob, it wasn't hard to vote.
5 commenti:
You stole my thunder. I was going to write something about the local elections and ... dammit, I think I still will (not to be confused with steel wool).
I was going to keep going north as my hip and thigh has not been giving my gyp this time and, even though I was ready for the chase the traffic cop didn't appear near Hunterville.
Around Waiouru though it started to rain heavily so I cut through past Tangiwai to Ohakune and found a good motor lodge to stay the night in. I thought it unsafe to drive the roads around the central plateau in driving rain and there's still a lot of snow on the mountains so no doubt the roads would be slippery later in the afternoon. It's just after 3PM and I'm settled in for a long afternoon, early evening and an early rise in the morning for the trip home.
If it'd been the trip down when I took all the wine to Wellington I'd be able to open a good bottle of chardonnay or pinot noir but as it is I have none. Later I'll go into Ohakune town (a few minutes drive) and either find a cafe that has good wine by the glass to have with a light meal or buy a bottle of wine and a takeaway to have at the motel.
I see that you Richard mentioned Robert's LGBQT affiliations. I think that you're taking the piss there as Robert thinks the Foxton Straigts is an anti-LGBQT group he'd like to join.
Straigts? Have never heard of that word.
Hey, it's good that you're having good long break. I've just been out driving in VERY heavy rain.
Yes, well, being bent like you are I'm not surprised ... hang on ... I meant 'straights'. Carry on.
Learn to proofread.
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