After a Saturday night of noise outside, I was not surprised to find a few broken bottles on our wee street.
On Sunday evening Wellington was hit by a 6.5 earthquake. Craig, my sister Jayne, and I all missed it as we were in a car at the time. At work on Monday there was superficial damage which really just showed that the building had behaved as it was designed to do. It didn’t stop it being disconcerting, however.
A no-good, very-busy day ended with knitting. It often ends with knitting.
These little animals, in a bookstore near my work, are both adorable and slightly incongruous.
Days of aftershocks left me a little anxious around scaffolding.
It was supposed to be a quiet night out. It didn’t quite end up that way.
At the Rogue and Vagabond to hear my brother-in-law DJ and we were all obsessed with Frank the bulldog.
I love this little dude. Spotted as I headed home from a Film Festival film all on my lonesome.
Baleful hund at the supermarket.
Cool coloured sunset on my way to knitting.
Frantic morning before a busy day. Not the best photo I’ve ever taken.
After our first dinner venue was closed, Craig and I ended up at Sweet Mother’s Kitchen. Their usually surly demeanour was … super friendly. It was almost disconcerting.
Forcing myself to eat a proper lunch so I didn’t faint on the tattoo artist.
This plate exists in Frith’s house and should pretty much tell you everything about why we’re friends.