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| At the Hamilton Gardens; some of the setups look like sets from a computer game like Myst |
I had a trip to Whangarei at the start of the month, to give some professional development to teachers from around the area. I was hospitably looked after by one of the teachers, staying with him and his wife, before flying home on the Sunday morning and making it to the last two hours of church. Ram’s a Fijian Indian and I learned a lot from him about the culture and history of his people. He and his wife are practising Hindus, and I was impressed at his attitude to life and service.
On the Sunday evening I went to a girls’ party at Gina’s place, which was great, with five of us stroppy women. Her husband, Nathan, was only allowed to join us if he didn’t speak unless spoken to. He was our ‘wench’.
For Jonathan’s birthday we had the family and Charlotte and her boyfriend over, and had a fancy dinner. We have decided that this is the last year of presents. We had a night out at the ten-pin bowling the following week, which was fun as usual.
Jessica found them another house to live in, this time closer to us in Shirley and in our ward boundaries. It is the same price as their previous place was about to be put up to, but much nicer. Moving is always fraught, and we spent one evening helping them out.
William has finished working for us as his contract ran out and we don’t have enough money to keep employing him. We have also finished off all the videos we need for now, and I am tired of writing scripts. He has done a wonderful job of editing.
| At the familiar lookout above Jones Landing |
Later in the month it was my mother’s birthday. Her memory is failing a bit, so I got all my family to email me photos, and I got them printed off, put names on the back, and put them in an old video case. She really enjoys looking through them and remembering who everyone is.
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| The Hamilton Gardens |
| At the Matamata Visitors Centre |
Some scenes from the end of an era from Temples View. The feelings of loss are something of what we have been feeling in Christchurch every day for the past three years, and counting.



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