Windy Wellington

Watch out kids this is going to be one of my stream of consciousness entries...

So...it's a wet and windy Tuesday afternoon in Wellington. It was quite nice when I left the house this morning, MP3 player blasting my little ladylike eardrums with loud rawk music to vent my fury at the D.O.C. for failing to offer me an interview for the job I really wanted (gits), stomping down the road on my way to get my haircut, and then it started to drizzle slightly. No fear, I could handle this. And then it started to chuck it down, and with that kind of rain that goes in all directions at once, so by the time I got to the hairdressers they could have happily forgone the shampooing stage of production. But now my hair is sleek & shiny, as only a professionally trained hairdresser can get it, and I wafted off to meet a friend for coffee. Now I am up at Ann & Len's whilst Jo dyes Ann's hair for her, then we shall wend our way home and stare, goggle-eyed, at our giant tv (which shows up every flaw on tv/film stars' skin - great!).

The last week has mainly been occupied by PE, both participating and viewing. Thanks to the cycle challenge thingy, I have been starting some 'training' mainly cycling round the bays of Wellington, which are gorgeous. I am not really training so much as pootling around admiring the view, but it is 25km at a time so I suppose it kind of counts (I know this cos I bought a cycle computer gadget for my handlebars, what a goober). And I do seem to be getting a bit fitter, in fact I managed to get up one of my more troublesome hills without my bum muscles seizing up yesterday, which was nice. By November 26th I'll be whizzing around Lake Taupo like Lance Armstrong. Maybe. Or maybe not. The veiwing consisted of checking out the World Mountain Running Championships on Sunday afternoon, Jo & I sat on the grassy knoll at the top of Mount Vic (mid-Wellington) and watched some ridiculously fit people pound up and down at high speed...well apart from the Ukrainian bloke who they made stop 'cos he was so knackered. I helpfully offered advice as to which runners I thought were too skinny and needed to eat more pies, but I am not sure they are likely to heed my advice. More fool them.

Aside from that it has been more sorting out the house. I am trying to strip the nasty purple paint off the stairs without gassing myself with noxious fumes and/or setting off the smoke alarm (which I use as a tea-break signal) and with luck will finally paint the hallway this weekend. Gosh, how exciting. Also, it looks as if I might be gainfully employed as of next week by the Ministry of Women's Affairs - back to the world of bureaucracy for me - and Jo starts work tomorrow as a Business Process Analyst for one of the big telecom firms (free cable & internet - hurrah!), so we will have some money coming in, which will be nice seeing as we've spent all ours on things like big tvs.

Sorry I haven't replied to any emails. I promise I will get better once we have our own connection set up at home, but until then -

Catherine - yes we/I would love it if you came over next May & we might be able to do some a-travelling with you.

Julie - yes, you do look pissed in that photo...ha ha ha!! But once we are broadbanded I will post some equally dodgy photos of me for your amusement.

Alphena - just ask yourself "what would Sarah do?"

Dad - yes I have tried PD and its not quite as bad as they say.

Mum - ta!

lots of love to everyone
S