Jul’s in Opononi, having fun, or so he said, in a text message. Opononi is some backwater in Northland. According to the hostel booklet, one treat is “boogie-boarding on sand-dunes directly into water.”

Minion didn’t come back until late afternoon today.

I got a replacement Archos since my old one was crook. Identical design, but black rubberoid corner things instead of blue. Most disconcerting.

We watched a ‘momento’ like film last weekend. Lolo brought it. “L’appartement”. Mind blastingly complicated at first, it gradually became more obvious as the early scenes were replayed near the end. Typically ‘French’, but one of the better ones.

It’s an okay table for six. The downside is it’s not designed for squatting or kneeling. Most disconcerting having to actually sit.

Lolo and Mike came for the weekend.They and Mama went off on the bikes and I stayed behind to welcome those who were on the gallery trail. Some good comments and one paltry sale.
I crafted a saw bench with help from Mike, who also cut some of the yew tree down. They wanted to try out ‘life with cats’, so we offered to lend them the fur bag; but they were afraid of the wrath of Tan, should anything unfortunate befall him in London.

A saw horse, lovingly crafted from fresh yew wood

This German comedy troupe you’re hanging around with, Jul: how long are they in NZ for; what’s their itinerary?
Have any of them been Wwoofing?