Singing (and other stuff) in the rain

The last few days have been used by NZ to water its enormous garden.  George was here for the duration so, rather than sit around looking at each other, we hit the road & beaches anyway.  Only a true nutcase would have taken the plunge into the most inappropriately-named Pacific, even in the sheltered cove at the bottom of the cliff.
So we headed north to the Parry kauri park outside Warkworth where the heavy drizzle gave the whole place a delightful primordial atmosphere. We tromped around until we were thoroughly damp if not soaked and then went in search of the local satellite tracking station.
  Using our wondrous detective powers gained from years of watching James Bond movies, we were eventually fairly sure that we had located it.
Not wishing to be told to bugger off by the security guards, we hit the road back to Orewa and spent the rest of the day putting together a nice easy jigsaw of an olde American town celebrating the 4th of July.  After a second or two admiring our handiwork, we took it up and put together another one of old London postcards - this one took a bit longer but we weren't up all night.
Today, George headed back to Waihi and the weather calmed down quite a bit.  The sun is out, my only monarch caterpillar looks nearly ready to become a pupa although the sea is still pretty rough.  The roof of the deck has stopped rattling threateningly and I have yet to work out what combination of mousepad / keystrokes sends the mouse pointer all over the place in any document I'm typing or makes the computer read it out loud to me.
I've had this computer fixed by the local guy in Whangaparaoa Road who confirmed my initial diagnosis that the power supply had a problem - he pinned it down more accurately than that and, $50 later, I have a snazzy new power supply that also has a USB socket in it.  You'll find him at http://www.itathomeandbusiness.co.nz.  Tell him I sent you - it won't do you any good but tell him anyway. I do also need to get round to stopping the toilet from overflowing (the cistern, outside the building, not the bowl inside the building).





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