Feeling less than groovy
I'm most pleasantly installed at Jeanette & Kevan's place in Maraetai, housesitting for a couple of days while they are away. I woke up this morning unsure whether I was awake or not - I've been fighting a cold / sinus infection and today was the "I am an idiot" phase. My original plan to catch the ferry to Waiheke went completely out the window as I simply couldn't get my arse into gear. So having consumed my entire daily water requirement as hot tea, I finally hopped on a ferry to downtown Auckland. I hate to say it but this erstwhile lovely city has become quite ugly - maybe it will be better once it's finished. I do like the name of one of the takeaway places downtown, though. Pausing downtown only long enough to buy a delicious but extortionate ice cream cone, I hopped on the next ferry back to sanity.
But there was more insanity to come. I had decided that the Franklin pub looked promising for dinner so I set it in the GPS in my phone and off I went. Eventually the GPS told me I had 5.9km to go before the next instruction so I tootled along vaguely listening for the next instruction. After what felt like an eternity, there was no instruction and I looked down to see that horrible message saying that the phone was searching for a GPS signal (it never finds one when that happens). So I pulled off the road, rebooted my phone and found that I had overshot my turning but about 3 km. A quick U-turn and I was on my way again. Until the GPS suddenly announced that I was 5.9km from my next turn and it had lost the signal. Bugger it. I'll go to Countdown and buy something to eat. So I pulled into the parking spaces up the road from Countdown to get a bit of exercise and what did I see 100 metres to my left but the Franklin pub. Where I had a delicious $18 steak washed down by a hoppy lager. And so, more or less, to bed.
But there was more insanity to come. I had decided that the Franklin pub looked promising for dinner so I set it in the GPS in my phone and off I went. Eventually the GPS told me I had 5.9km to go before the next instruction so I tootled along vaguely listening for the next instruction. After what felt like an eternity, there was no instruction and I looked down to see that horrible message saying that the phone was searching for a GPS signal (it never finds one when that happens). So I pulled off the road, rebooted my phone and found that I had overshot my turning but about 3 km. A quick U-turn and I was on my way again. Until the GPS suddenly announced that I was 5.9km from my next turn and it had lost the signal. Bugger it. I'll go to Countdown and buy something to eat. So I pulled into the parking spaces up the road from Countdown to get a bit of exercise and what did I see 100 metres to my left but the Franklin pub. Where I had a delicious $18 steak washed down by a hoppy lager. And so, more or less, to bed.
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