Remember, remember, the fifth of November. But it was the fourth. Our family still let off a few fireworks. It’s a thing.
Then on the actual fifth of November a group of friends met at a house in Oriental Bay and braved the rain to watch the public fire works for Guy Fawkes.
At the height of my wanderlust I get postcards from far away friends. I die of jealousy.
We have a new sculpture on the waterfront in Wellington. They look like mint green sea doughnuts but they are actually kina.
I spent Wednesday afternoon watching election coverage and then arguing with grouchy republicans on Twitter. Despite not actually being American or living in America a few Republicans apparently think my friend Laura and I are what is wrong with America.
Annual fire alarm checks at our apartment. I had to hang around the apartment until the little old man came to check our place.
I spent most of the day cooking pulled pork. It takes 6 hours but it is so worth it.
Same old story.