28.09.07

I thought returning to work from Rotorua with only 3 days to the week and one of them half due to lock down would mean less work, this illusion was quickly shattered when arriving to have a Round Room prisoner wanting to rip my head off,

again.

He apparently did not appreciate the soothing result of visiting Rotorua (no - I did not replicate the aroma for him) and continued to demonstrate what I had recently seen Lady Knox Geyser do, although with him the soap did not need to be added. He calmed down (quicker than the geyser, most likely as he is not a Lady and hence being male more sensible and reasonable) when I regaled him of how I had to put up with two (count them, two) spawns of hell and a wife (don't worry she'll read this) during a long out of town trip. I forget the place names and towns though can tell you the way by Taverns and Pubs I leant against in hope for a cure to the appendages I had with me.

In any case the aforementioned prisoner appeared to feel sorry for me and offered me 13 (for luck) of the 40 staples he had in him as a result of withdrawing off "P" and thinking he was Freddy Kruger, though he did look quizzically at me and enquire as to why I was not in the Round Room next to him.

This question I could not answer and am still pondering it.

Perhaps soon.

In any case Rotorua was entertaining. Kids loved the thermal spa pool and I loved them being in it with Heidi whilst I reclined on the bed, beer in hand and sky in eyes. Heidi insisted I enter the thermal pools at Waiketi Valley and I continue to wonder what the attraction is; I mean your sitting in warm water? What next? Nothing happens; you just sit there and wrinkle. Apparently it's good for the soul she said, hearing this I exited pool for the bar as being undead I have no soul and wearing no shoes proved my point, at least the beer tasted good amongst that humidity.

When it comes to directions generalisations remain excellent indications of ability. Women can't read a map. Using my Maori GPS system I was sure I knew where we were though stopped at a local rugby game so Heidi could ask directions (men don't ask), a fella standing under the posts drinking a can of beer (not sure if he was playing or not, gotta love the country) yelled out directions and to let anyone we met know that Jim Gold said "hi", so in case any of you know him there you go.

Unfortunately I was not able to convince several zoological parks to retain those I was travelling with and so had to bring wife and spawns back to Auckland,

Where I had to cater a play centre 3 year old party for my youngest, Hannah.

That is what finally made me want to return to work.

This place is saner, this place understands me and my associated needs, and this place is where their clawing grasp can not reach into.


At least not yet.




The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.