Okay, I deleted my last post.

Okay, there was a reason for it. It's not like I was looking for a small kitchen on the road out of Wellington!

"I need food. Where's the galley they promised?" said
an upset person looking for Transmission galley.

Now the parking man is on my back.

Okay, I'll explain. I rang a company to get a house and gutter clean. They gave me a date but didn't show up. I emailed them but didn't get a response. Finally, I rang them and they sent a man around yesterday. He did a very good job and I paid him cash, as he asked. He was coming back to finish the job on the same day but he never showed up. I didn't get a receipt for my cash. It's all a little strange - an ongoing event at present. I decided not to post about it yet.

Hey, I did cut my lawns yesterday. I contacted a guy to do it, but he didn't get back either. It doesn't take much effort to just say yes or no. Anyway, like the parking man, I'm getting plenty of exercise - I have the back lawn to do today.

When I wake in the morning, I normally check the blog posts on my phone. Lately Rob has been pretty regular. Not so with Peter, though there was one this morning. It was quite long and all about paying for things, including parking. Since moving back to Wellington, he has spent a lot of time complaining about housing, bus lanes, cycle lanes, and now buying stuff in shops and paying for parking. Life must have been simpler for an old guy like him up in the far north.

Hey, the good news is that he mentioned buying a hat.

Hopefully he's no longer planning to wear this one.

Or to dress like this.

To be honest, you just don't know with these northerners. Next thing, he'll be complaining about the lack of a galley on Transmission Gully.

I've got practice to do. Lately, I've only been managing half an hour a day. I need to step that up. My goal was to do 365 hours this year - one hour for every day. There are only 33 days left and I've slipped a bit away from that target. Time to pull my socks up!*

Have a good day, go easy with those parking meters and don't worry about sinning.

Ciao tutti.

* Old 60s and 70s saying.