Tuesday, 30 May 2006

Sorry, can't think of a snappy title

Another fortnight has flown past.

Ward Observatory

First of all, let me tell you about our visit to the observatory which Iain mentioned in our previous post. I really enjoyed it, but Iain gave the impression of being a little underwhelmed by the whole experience. Between you and me, I think he was expecting to see images to rival those taken by the Hubble Space Telescope. *Insert rolly-eyed smiley here.* The observatory belongs to the Wanganui Astronomical Society, and every Friday night they open it up to the public, two or three society members manning the telescopes and talking about some of the most interesting sights to be seen at that particular time of month and time of year. I was keen to view the moon, but as it was in its fourth quarter it wasn't due to rise until much later at night, so I'll have to go back some time when it's in the correct phase.

the full moon as seen from the northern hemisphere

the full moon as seen from the southern hemisphere


The most memorable part of the evening for me was seeing Jupiter and Saturn. Saturn's rings stood out very clearly and you could see its moons, too. Jupiter looked fantastic - the red spot wasn't visible (must have been round the other side of the planet), but you could see its stripy clouds and its four largest moons, Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto.

One of the astronomers had a laser pointer, which he used to point out specific stars and constellations. It emitted a beam of very high powered laser light, which must have reached for miles, and which could apparently blind you if it shone in your eyes. I wouldn't like to have been in a light aircraft over Wanganui that night!

Anyway, enough geeky stuff.

Bushy Park

We've also been on a visit to Bushy Park Homestead and Forest, which is about a twenty minute drive from town. The house has recently been renovated, and made into a hotel and conference centre. It's set in several hectares of native forest, and is a very relaxing place to go for a walk.

We took lots of photos of the forest, but due to the very poor light conditions none of them came out very well. However, we did catch this snap of a New Zealand robin. It came up to us and started showing off, hopping around, fluffing its feathers and chirruping. It was very cute. It wasn't at all phased by Iain pointing a camera in its face, and it had lots of tags on its legs, so we think it was probably hand reared.


Other places

We've been to two 'games nights' down the local pub now, and we were the only people playing games both times. In fact we were pretty much the only people in the pub on both evenings. It was so quiet that the barman, Alex, was able to join in. We're hoping that when word gets round about the games night people will be beating down the door to get in...or something like that.

On Saturday we went to visit a fellow immigrant, Mike, in Bulls, which is about half an hour away. He cooked home-made pizza, which was absolutely delicious, and we went down the local to watch the final of the Super 14 rugby, between Wellington and Christchurch. It was held at Jade Stadium in Christchurch, and there was heavy fog, but both the match and the TV coverage went ahead, although it was often difficult to see what was going on on the pitch! I think I might be able to get into rugby, if I make a really concerted effort, but trying to watch this match certainly tested my powers of concentration.

Other Whittaker news in brief
  • The trench in the patio is not getting any longer or deeper, despite Pookie's best earth-moving efforts.
  • I've had another poem accepted for publication in Poetry Monthly magazine.
  • We're planning a skiing trip to Mount Ruapehu in July (see the photo in the previous post). Should be interesting. We're both beginners, I'm highly accident prone and Iain is totally uncoordinated.

Our House No. 2: The Dining Room

This is an unusual room. We think it might originally have been the kitchen, partly because the current kitchen is a later addition and partly because it has an odd little cool cupboard that is built out from the side of the house, which we think probably used to be the pantry. It's quite a dark room, and in the past people have attempted to let in more light by adding two extra windows - one on the wall next to the cool cupboard, and the other on the opposite wall that divides the dining room from the hall. There is no door between the hall and the dining room; we think it was removed to let light into the room from the hall. We think the light fitting is probably original, although the fireplace certainly isn't and is hideous 70's-style faux brick with an electric mock-log fire. Yuck!






We're planning on decorating the dining room soon. It still has its original hardwood floor, so we're getting a blokey in next week to give us a quote for restoring it. We're going to add some warmth and colour to the walls, with a rich red on the wooden cladding and a light but warm shade on the top half of the walls (such as cream). Unfortunately, it's highly unlikely our budget will stretch to replacing the fireplace.

I'll sign off now, with a resolution to try to post more often.

Wednesday, 17 May 2006

Snowy Lumps

My students were off doing practicums today, so we were able to take advantage of a glorious morning and go for a drive around the local country lanes. We drove towards the fringes of the National Park, which is a short drive out of town, and came across a great vista.


Iain looking lost. "If only there were some landmarks around..."



Mount Taranaki



Mount Ruapehu



Normally you can easily see Mount Ruapehu from Wanganui (where they did all the Mordor stuff in LOtR - Mount Doom is just behind it), but Mount Taranaki (where the Last Samuri was shot, NZ film buffs!) spends a fair chunk of its life under clouds, however we could see them both from the same spot today.

Nestled in the hills where we stopped was this place. I think I've found my dream home. Imagine waking up to those views every morning?! It felt in a world of its own out there, but in reality was only 20-30 minutes out of the city. So you could easily commute. Wonder how much they want for it?


Iain's dream home



We're off star gazing on Friday night at the local observatory, with some folks from our quiz team - also hoping to brain wash them into playing a few board games with us. This should make up for missing Beer & Pretzels this year. :)

Sunday, 14 May 2006

Good Evening All

I've not been doing anything quite as dynamic as Helen, other than being Dixon of Dock Green once a month for community patrol. Actually, we prefer to think of ourselves more like Crockett and Tubbs or Bodie and Doyle. It's not that exciting really, we just drive around in an unmarked patrol car, reporting people walking in a suspicious manner or being a bit naughty. I was tempted to leap out of the car and shout "Freeze, mother f*cker!!" to a little old lady coming out of a sweet shop, but my partner held me back. She was wearing a shifty looking hat though, so i'd have been within my rights, I reckon.

Other than that I've been steadfastly avoiding digging ditches in the patio - ably helped by the weather and tweaking my neck this morning. I'm now staggering about like Lurch, hopefully it'll wear off shortly and I'll resume my digging duties. Or maybe not.

A treatise on meteorology, plumbing and pet medication

Well, the last week has been pretty non-descript, and the weekend has been a real washout - forty-eight hours of almost constant heavy rain, which has put paid to our plans to fight the next battle in the war of attrition against the garden.

On the bright side, the bad weather has meant that Iain's not had to do any digging. Let me explain. When we called a plumber in to sort out some toilet trouble a few weeks back, he told us the pipe that connects our toilet to the main sewer needs replacing. In an effort to save some money, Iain volunteered to dig out the necessary thirty-foot trench across the patio himself. So far, there's not a whole lot of hole.

I've had a busy week, work-wise. I've got a brand new contract from Longmans, writing extra material for the revised version of their MathsWorks scheme which will bring it in line with the latest version of the national numeracy strategy. As I sat down next to Mo on the sofa on Monday morning, ready to start tapping away on the laptop, I noticed that she had a lump about half the size of a kiwi fruit on her operation site. I took her to the vets' and came back with one stressed-out moggy and fourteen little pink antibiotic pills. I did some research on the internet on the best methods for administering pills to pets and found this:

Giving pills to cats and dogs

CATS:

  1. Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
  2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.
  3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
  4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of 10.
  5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.
  6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, holding front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold cat's head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
  7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines from hearth and set to one side for glueing later.
  8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with its head just visible from below spouse's armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
  9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply band-aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap. Throw pieces of towel in garbage.
  10. Retrieve cat from neighbour's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.
  11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
  12. Ring fire brigade to retrieve the friggin' cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbour who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil wrap.
  13. Tie the little **** 's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table. Find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Force cat's mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down. Pray vigorously while performing all steps.
  14. Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.
  15. Arrange for RSPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and ring local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters left.

DOGS:

  1. Wrap it in bacon.

The cat lovers amongst you will be glad to know I haven't let this cautionary tale deter me from my duties as a responsible pet owner; in fact, over the last week I've become a dab hand at administering pills to a cat. I wait until Mo is asleep, smear a little pink pill with margerine, prise the cat's mouth open, pop the pill on the back of her tongue before she realises what's happening, and then give her the margarine-y spoon to lick. So far she's swallowed the pill every time! I've also been careful to call the pills 'sweeties' when she's in earshot. Probably being over-cautious there, but you can never tell. ;-)

Iain keeps saying he's going to make a post to the blog, but the delights of the XBox 360 are keeping him away from the computer at the moment, so don't hold your breath.

Helen

Sunday, 7 May 2006

A busy fortnight

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I've been incredibly busy over the last couple of weeks. The highlights of the last fortnight have been last weekend's stay at a marae and today's 'Round the Bridges' race.

Noho Marae

Noho marae means 'marae stay' in the Maori language. It was my first ever visit to a marae and I was quite nervous beforehand, but I needn't have worried, as I had a great time. I took a disposable camera with me, but frustratingly it didn't work, so I've not got any photos to post.

After taking part in the powhiri (formal greeting ceremony) and eating a meal together, the main event of Friday evening was the mihimihi, where every person stood up in turn and introduced themselves by giving their whakapapa (genealogy) in the Maori language. Some people (like me) simply listed their grandparents, then their parents and finally introduced themselves and said where they were from. Others gave a much longer and more detailed family tree. There must have been over eighty people in the room, and it took nearly three hours for everyone to introduce themselves, but it was a really good comprehension exercise and I amazed myself by not 'switching off' at all. Apart from the hosts and our university tutors, everyone else was a beginner, and it was great the way everyone supported the person who was speaking, especially anyone who was struggling , either with the language or with nerves from speaking in public.

On Saturday morning we learned about the history of the village, which was founded as a Christian community shortly after the First World War by a man called T.W. Ratana. Here's a link if you'd like to find out a little bit about him.

weaving flax ('borrowed' image)

After lunch we had a flax weaving workshop where we were taught how to make a simple bracelet. This was my favourite activity. I found it very relaxing.

I wish we'd looked this good!

Finally we learned a Maori song and dance about fishing for seafood which we then performed at the farewell ceremony at the end of the afternoon. In the time we had, I think I could either have learned the tune, or the words, or the dance, but trying to learn all three was a real challenge!

Round the Bridges River Run

This annual charity fundraiser is in its 29th year, and offers a choice of two courses - one 7.9 km long and the other 4.7 km. As I only started running in February I thought it safest to train for the shorter distance. At one point I thought I wouldn't make the race at all. I developed a very sore throat on Thursday night and spent most of Friday in bed, feeling really rough. I thought I'd got a throat infection and assumed I wouldn't be well enough to race today. Fortunately, it turned out it was just a cold, and by this morning I felt fine.

As you can imagine, I was thrilled to be well enough to race after I'd thought I wasn't going to be able to, and I was even more delighted to get round in 28 minutes; three minutes faster than when I ran the course in training two weeks ago. I thoroughly enjoyed the race and I'm keen to run a proper 5k at the earliest opportunity.

about two thirds of the way round

I did it!

Hopefully the frantic pace of our lives will slow down just a little now, so I get a bit more time for posting to the blog!

Helen

Wednesday, 26 April 2006

One year in

Today is the first anniversary of our arrival in New Zealand. As always whenever you look back, it all seems so long ago. The UK is a distant memory, in fact even living in Auckland seems a bit hazy!

We've achieved most of our goals in the last 12 months in terms of settling in, getting jobs and buying a house and it's been a pretty hectic and stressful period at times. It's only recently we've felt like the whole immigration process has been completed and we've started to feel more settled. This emigrating lark is harder than it looks! It's a pretty expensive thing to do - we've deliberately not kept track of what we've spent but it's in the tens of thousands of pounds. The majority of the stress comes from the uncertainty of the process - will the house sell? Will we get residency? Will I get a job? Can we find somewhere to live? etc. Since February 2005 we've moved 6 times! That on its own is a bit too much like hard work. However, unlike other immigrants we've heard of, we've had no regrets or 'down' times - it's been a very positive thing and I think we've cleared all the associated hurdles now.

We'd never been to New Zealand before, so moving here was a gamble but it's not disappointed us. NZ lives up to the hype and is a lovely country to live in. The lack of crowds, the stunning landscape, the friendly, upbeat people and the sunshine all mean we have to pinch ourselves to make sure we aren't dreaming.

Our next major goals are :
  • Helen to finish her book (coming along nicely at the moment) and find a publisher;
  • To buy a plot of land somewhere and get a house built;
  • To tour South Island;
  • To visit some of the South Pacific Islands & Australia
If we manage 2 out of those in the next 12 months we'll be doing OK.

Now we just need to figure out an appropriate way to celebrate - I think it may involve alcohol and chocolate!

Tuesday, 25 April 2006

Anzac Day

Today is Anzac Day - a public holiday, and the closest thing New Zealand has to a national day. It's a bit like Remembrance Sunday and St. George's Day rolled into one. Iain's got the day off work, so we were planning on going out somewhere, but it's been tipping it down solidly since 6 am, and it looks as if the rain's settled in for the day.

Here's a piece giving the background to Anzac day, taken from the official Anzac Day site (the footnotes are mine).

On 25 April 1915, eight months into the First World War, Anzac* soldiers landed on the shores of the Gallipoli peninsula**. They and other Allied troops were there as part of a plan to open the Dardanelles Strait so that the Allies could threaten Constantinople (now Istanbul), capital of Germany's ally the Ottoman Empire. This, it was hoped, would force a Turkish surrender.

But the Allies encountered unexpectedly strong resistance from the Turks. Both sides suffered enormous loss of life and after nine months the Allies abandoned the campaign and withdrew their surviving troops. A total of 130,000 Allied and Turkish soldiers had died. Nearly 3000 of them were New Zealanders.

The anniversary of the landings has been commemorated in New Zealand since 1916 and Anzac Day has been a public holiday since 1921. On this day New Zealanders acknowledge the sacrifice of all those who have died in warfare, and the contribution and suffering of all those who have served.


* Australia and New Zealand Air Corps
** in what is now Turkey


After the Gallipoli campaign, the 'soldiers' biscuits' that mothers used to send their sons in the army were renamed 'Anzac biscuits'. Because they don't contain any eggs they keep for several months if kept in an airtight container. You can buy commercially produced Anzac biscuits here and they're delicious. They're certainly much more appetising than the 'hardtack' biscuits the UK army and navy used to get. I tried one once on a school history visit, and it tasted like sawdust.

As you can't buy Anzac biscuits in the UK here's a recipe in case you fancy trying them.

Anzac biscuits

125g flour
1 cup coconut
100g butter
1/2 teaspoon Bicarb of Soda

150g sugar
1 cup rolled oats
1 tablespoon golden syrup
2 tablespoons boiling water

1. Mix together flour, sugar, coconut and rolled oats.

2. Melt butter and golden syrup.

3. Dissolve Bicarb Soda in boiling water and add to butter and golden syrup.

3. Make a well in the centre of the flour, stir in the liquid.

4. Place spoonfuls on a greased tray.

5. Bake for 15 - 20 minutes at 180 degrees Celsius / 350 degrees Fahrenheit.


P.S. A 'cup' is a measure of volume and is approximately 235 ml.

Helen

Sunday, 23 April 2006

Random wibblings

a fruit tree in our garden

Until a couple of weeks ago we had no idea what this tree was. We didn't even know whether its fruit was edible. So we asked around, and someone from one of the emigration forums told us that it's a tamarillo and yes, you can eat the fruit. When they're ripe they turn bright red, so this week, as soon as one of the fruits looked ripe enough, I tasted it. Tamarillos have the nickname 'tree tomatoes' and while their skin is red and they're full of soft pips, that's where the similarities end. They taste very bitter and unpleasant, so I think we'll be giving them away in a shoe box at the end of the drive. Our forum friends gave us a link to a website with lots of tamarillo recipes, but I can't see how any of the recipes will make the tamarillos more appetising (unless of course you substituted the tamarillos for another fruit entirely).



Since taking up running in February I've been in training for the Round the Bridges Fun Run, and with only two weeks to go before the race, I decided to run the actual course for the first time this morning. The course is 4.7 km (2.9 miles) and it took me 31 mintues to complete it. That's an average speed of only 9 km/h or 5.7 mph! Still, eleven weeks ago I couldn't even run for one minute without getting out of breath, so I'm still pretty pleased with what I've managed to achieve. The organisers have taken the bizarre decision to start the walkers and pram-pushers first, thus creating a potential bottleneck for the runners when they catch up with the pedestrians. At the speed at which I run I'm unlikely to be overtaking anybody, so getting caught up in the crowd shouldn't be a problem for me!

Iain has joined the local Community Patrol. It's a voluntary organisation which works with the police to make the town a safer place. The patrol has an unmarked car in which pairs of volunteers patrol the streets at night, alerting the police if they see anything suspicious. The police often ask the them to keep an eye on specific trouble spots. The patrols work on a rota basis, with each volunteer going out on an average of two nights a month. Iain went out on his first patrol last night, from 9 pm to midnight, and it sounds like he had a pretty interesting time. I'll let him describe it for himself because accounts are so much better when they're written from direct experience (and also because I was half asleep when he got back home last night and I can't remember what he told me!)

Next weekend, as part of the Maori language course Te Ara Reo Maori, I'm off on a Noho Marae - a 24 hour stay at a marae (Maori meeting house). Iain's not going, as he's dropped out of the course. It reminded him too much of being at work, and a three hour session once a week plus a couple of hours' homework is a pretty hefty time commitment, which he wasn't prepared to make. I'm keeping going with it, at least for the time being, because I'm enjoying it. The marae stay is bad timing, as it coincides with a yoga workshop I really wanted to go to. It also coincides with Pookie and Mo's 'big op', but I'm sure Iain will manage to cope with two groggy kittens for twenty-four hours. They'll probably cause a lot less trouble than they normally do!

Helen

Sunday, 16 April 2006

A few piccies

Our blog entries have been a bit short on pictures lately, so here are some photos we've taken over the weekend.

U.C.I. (unidentified crawling insect)

We found this insect crawling around on the firewood that's drying out on the porch of the sleepout. It's about five centimetres long. Does anyone know what it is?

Iain chilling on the patio yesterday


my 'office'

The last three photos could be the first pictures in another occasional series entitled 'Our House'. The room I use as my office is a small lean-to extension built onto the side of the bedroom. It's got lots of windows which means it's lovely and bright, but consequently it gets very hot in summer, and I'm expecting it'll get chilly in winter, especially as it's completely uninsulated. As you can see, it overlooks the washing line. We don't have a tumble dryer because there isn't room for one in the kitchen, and there's nowhere else to put one. Getting the washing dry on rainy days can be a bit of a challenge. We've not decorated in here yet, and we're a bit short on ideas. Please let us know if you've got any suggestions for a good office scheme.

Friday, 14 April 2006

Mutant bushes prompt climate research

We were eating our lunch on the patio today when Iain mentioned how much he thought the shrubs we planted have grown since we planted the borders.

I thought it would be interesting to take a photo so that we could find out exactly how much they'd grown. The results surprised us.

Less than eight weeks separate the two pictures below.

The weird stick-with-leaves on the left was already in the border but had been choked by an overgrown lavender bush. Since we've exposed it to the light it's absolutely exploded, and it's started flowering, too. We have no idea what it is.

But the rampant growth prize has to go to the purple number on the right. It's one we planted ourselves, but we've lost its label so we don't know what it is either. It's earned itself the nickname Audrey II.*

mid February

mid April

We think the rapid rate of plant growth here is probably due to the combination of nutrient-rich volcanic soil, generous rainfall and lots of sunshine.

This thought got me looking up average weather data for here and the UK. I found the following statistics and found them interesting enough to share. I chose Birmingham because it was the nearest city to Burton on Trent (where we used to live) for which I could find data.


Birmingham

UK

Wanganui

NZ

Average annual rainfall (mm)

764

870

Average annual sunshine (hours)

1260

2051

Ave. max. temp. (Summer)

20

22

Ave. max. temp. (Winter)

5

14



As you can see from this data, the climate here is warmer, with a milder winter. It's also much sunnier, yet at the same time, significantly wetter. This may seem like a contradiction at first, but we get very few dry, overcast days here. It's either sunny or tipping it down - sometimes both at the same time. Iain and I have a standing joke that a mac and a pair of sunglasses are both essential every time you set foot outside, whatever the time of year. No wonder the plants love it!

Wanganui is one of the drier places in NZ. The highest daily rainfall ever recorded was in Hokitika on the West coast of South Island, which once got 682mm............. IN ONE DAY!!! Where we used to live, in Titirangi, the average annual rainfall is about twice what it is in Wanganui. (As Phil & Sally can testify!)


*Come on, you must have seen 'The Little Shop of Horrors'.

Wednesday, 12 April 2006

Just checking up...

...on the hit counter.

Blimey, we've had 22 hits in 24 hours! That's far more hits than I thought we'd get. This blog isn't public - in other words, it's not on the Blogger.com listings, so it's effectively 'ex-directory'. That means 22 of our family, friends and acquaintances have read our blog since yesterday.

If I'm going to be totally honest I have to admit that Iain and I have accounted for about six of those hits. So that means 16 people we know have visited the blog since yesterday lunchtime. Either that, or one very forgetful person has visited it sixteen times. Yes, I think that's the more likely explanation. ;-)

Tuesday, 11 April 2006

Got a hit counter

We're getting so few comments on the blog that I've been getting a bit despondent of late, so I tracked down and installed a hit counter today. Hopefully having a hit counter will reassure us that at least some of our friends and family are checking up on us from time to time and haven't forgotten about us entirely.

Installing the counter was a bit complicated, and there's a screw left over that doesn't seem to fit anywhere. I'll just throw it in the bin. Hopefully it doesn't do anything important. ;-)

Monday, 10 April 2006

In need of a title

Forgive me, Blogger Father, for I have sinned. It's been over a week since my last post. We haven't been flattened by an earthquake or invaded by hordes of giant spiders. We've just been very busy.

Last Sunday night we met up with Ian, a friend of ours from the UK, and his fiancee Carol. They're planning to emigrate to New Zealand in twelve months' time and were over here for a two-week fact-finding tour. Ian spent a big chunk of his childhood in New Zealand, in the nearby Taranki area, so for him emigrating will probably feel like coming home. He and Carol met during a tour of New Zealand a few years back, which is another reason why New Zealand is close to their hearts. Wanganui is currently on their shortlist of possible places to live when they get here, so they came to have a look at the town and check out what's on offer in the local estate agents. It was great to see Ian again (and to meet Carol for the first time) and we had a very convivial evening. I'm hoping that, wherever they end up living when they get here, we can make a habit out of meeting up.

Iain has had a really hectic week at work. One of the childcare tutors has left, so as well as taking his usual Teacher Aide lectures he is having to teach some of the early childhood modules. Those of you who know Iain will no doubt be rolling around on the floor laughing by now. The stress has got to him so much that he's had to buy himself an X-Box 360 to compensate. He was very good about it, though. He waited until I'd given him a permission slip first. The terms of the agreement stipluate a major revamp of my yoga room, so I'm on the lookout for a TV, a DVD player, a storage cabinet, a friendly floor restorer (the room has the original floorboards and apart from an inexplicable coat of green paint they're in good repair), wall coverings and an 'ethnic' looking blind for the window. The great thing about it is, we both think we've got the better end of the deal!

I had some exciting news the other day. I've had one of my poems accepted for publication in 'Poetry Monthly' magazine. Many thanks to my friend Caroline from the writers' forum for a) cajoling me into submitting it somewhere and b) actually doing the submitting for me. I'm 'stoked', as they say here.

Pookie has earned herself a new nickname this week. Like all good pussycats, our two bring anything they've caught into the house for our approval. During the last week Pookie has started bringing home litter, which we think she's probably been collecting from the 'reserve' (area of common land) on the hill above our house. Tonight I heard a loud meowing from outside the kitchen door, and saw a pair of paws scrabbling at the cat flap, but no cat followed. It turned out Pookie was trying to force her way through the cat flap carrying a McDonalds paper bag in her mouth. I'm now calling her 'Womble'. (Apologies to Roy.)

On Friday night we went out for a meal with Dave and Judith who are originally from the UK but now live in Wanganui. We met them via one of the emigration forums that Iain posts to. Dave had very generously dropped off some firewood for us earlier in the week, taken from a tree on his land that came down in a storm a month or so back. During our evening out Dave revealed that he used to ride for Cradley Heath Speedway in the 1970s, which impressed Iain immensely, as he used to be a big speedway fan as a teenager, following the Stoke Potters. The thing that impressed me most about the evening was the ice cream I had for dessert. It was the best ice cream I've ever eaten. Even better than the gelati I scoffed by the bucketful while we were in Italy. I have to find out who the restaurant's supplier is, and I have to do it soon. I think I'm already addicted after just one hit.

Saturday, 1 April 2006

Skiving off

We set ourselves the task of blitzing another bit of the garden today, but it was such a lovely day, we skived off half way through the afternoon and went 'beach hunting'.
We found a great place called Turakina Beach just a few kilometres down the road.

It's fairly typical of the beaches in this part of New Zealand. The approach to the beach is through grass-covered sand dunes, the upper part of the beach is a crazy jumble of driftwood, and the sand is made from black volcanic rock.

We thought you might enjoy looking at a few of the photos we took.

where does it all come from?!

enjoying the warm autumn sunshine

getting chilly - time to make our way home

Friday, 31 March 2006

Stubbies in action

Great news, I've just found a link to an advert that features stubby shorts.

Sunday, 26 March 2006

Kiwi Quirks No. 2: Shorts

What is it with New Zealanders and shorts?

The Jackson effect
Before we came to New Zealand we thought the fact that Peter Jackson wore shorts while shooting scenes halfway up a snow-covered mountain for 'The Lord of The Rings' was a sign of eccentricity. However, we now know better. Instead of marking him out as an eccentric, this behaviour merely confirms that the esteemed film director is just like every other New Zealand male. A true Kiwi Bloke wears shorts all year round, (even if there's a wind chill factor of minus twenty) and for every occasion, no matter how formal. He'll even pop on a pair of 'dress shorts' for his own wedding.

fig. 1: Peter Jackson - not so eccentric after all

Big boys
In the UK only boys under the age of seven ever wear shorts to school, and most boys nowadays wear long trousers as soon as they enter reception class at the age of five. The first time I saw a group of sixth-form lads wearing shorts as part of their uniform I felt terribly embarrassed for them. If they had been in the UK I would probably have told them to stay off the streets to avoid getting beaten up.

fig. 2: painfully emasculated

Beach wear
Figure 3 shows a pair of board shorts, or boardies, so called because they're worn by surfers. (In New Zealand they're probably worn by snowboarders too.) Boardies are de rigeur on the high street. Iain's even got a couple of pairs and he's never been near a surf board in his life.
fig. 3: a pair of boardies
Eurgh!
And finally we come to figure 4, a pair of very short shorts, known affectionately as stubbies. In Europe, shorts this short were last seen at the 1970 World Cup, but over here they're still kicking around. I had hoped to find a photo of a pair of stubbies being worn by a typical owner - a red-faced bloke in his fifties, with excessively hairy legs, large gut hanging out over the waistband, and the back seam splitting under enormous strain. It's probably just as well I didn't.

fig. 4 a pair of stubbies

Wednesday, 22 March 2006

Remember, folks, you heard it here first

I just had to pass on this bit of gossip that Iain told me this morning. Allegedly (note the use of the 'Have I Got News For You' anti-lawyer adverb) New Zealand has just had its first death from bird flu.

The story goes that a man who returned recently from Asia has died in New Zealand from symptoms which would appear to have been caused by HN51 (or whatever it's called - you'd think they could have come up with a snappier name for it). Apparently, a post mortem is currently under way and the authorities are awaiting confirmation before making an official announcement.

I haven't yet decided whether I believe the rumour or not. It could well be true, as this is exactly the sort of way in which bird flu is most likely to reach NZ, but it could just as easily be an internet 'prank' perpetrated by some bored teenager in order to spread panic among Kiwis. If it's the latter, then they don't understand the Kiwi character very well - I've never met a more unflappable bunch of people.

Anyway, maybe it was a coincidence, and maybe it wasn't, but this morning in the post we received a government leaflet entitled 'Getting Ready for a Flu Pandemic'. It advises people to have a written plan of action in case anyone in the family should become ill, and to build up an emergency supplies kit. *insert shocked smiley here*

Over the next couple of days I shall be watching the evening news with interest.

Helen

Tuesday, 21 March 2006

My, haven't they grown?

Our little mogs are getting bigger by the day, but unfortunately, no more sensible. Pookie still spends a significant amount of time trying to eat her own tail, and Mo regularly gives herself a headache by attempting to fling herself through a locked cat flap.

Here are a couple of recent photos.

Pookie

Mo

Sunday, 19 March 2006

Incy Wincy comes to tea

Last night we were sitting watching telly when I noticed a spider scurrying along on the sitting room carpet. "Ooh," I said, "Is that a white tail?" I put a glass over it and went to look up white tail spiders on the internet. We got a positive ID pretty rapidly. It was a white tail, all right. So Iain did his best pest control officer impression and duly dispatched it.


The spider wasn't very big - only about two centimetres across, but it looked really mean. White tails originated in Australia and have been known in the North Island for over a hundred years.

A white tail doesn't build a web to catch its prey; instead it actively hunts other spiders. Its main method of hunting is to enter the web of its intended victim and mimic the struggles of a trapped insect. This tricks the resident spider into investigating the disturbance and so instead of gaining a meal, it becomes one when the white tail strikes.

White tails' bites are venomous, and they can and do bite humans.
Typical symptoms of a white tail bite include pain and swelling at the bite site. The bite can develop into a small ulcerous wound that heals inside a week. In some instances, victims report flu-like symptoms.

There have also been reports in the media of people who have been bitten by white tails going on to develop more serious infections such as 'necrotising arachnidism', a severe form of skin ulceration, but these reports are generally unsubstantiated and it is not always confirmed that the bite was definitely made by a white tail. All the same, I'll try to steer clear of the little eight-legged darlings in future.

I was interested to note that The Australian Museum Online's factsheet on white tails mentions that

White-tailed Spiders around your house can be controlled by ... clearing away the webs of the house spiders upon which they feed.
Up until now I've been leaving alone any spiders' webs I find, as they help to keep the number of insects down (we have a real problem with flies here) but this morning I went round with the long-handled duster and got rid of all the cobwebs.

I must admit feeling some alarm when I read the following from the University of Southern Queensland's 'Find a Spider' guide:

They are most likely to roam at night and can drop down from the ceiling onto beds.
I wasn't enormously reassured by this little snippet, either:
The spider often hides in clothing, especially if it is left lying around on the floor.
However, I think I may have found a way, at long last, to get Iain to stop leaving his dirty clothes on the bedroom carpet. ;-)

Sunday, 12 March 2006

Miscellaneous ramblings

It's been a bit of an uneventful week, really.

As Iain spent quite a bit of time chopping wood last weekend, and it was also a bit chilly, we tried out our log burner for the first time last Sunday night. We were impressed with the amount of heat it gave off, but somewhat alarmed by the large amount of wood we managed to burn through in only a few hours. We've put in an order for a couple of trailer loads of firewood, so hopefully we'll have enough to last the winter. Also on Sunday night was the strongest gale we've experienced since we arrived in New Zealand. It was a real humdinger, and I became so worried about what might happen if the huge tree on the slope above the bedroom were to lose a branch or two during the night, we dragged the mattress into the sitting room and spent the night there.

We went for our first proper Maori lesson on Tuesday night, and the three hours whizzed past. It was good fun, and we learned lots (or 'heaps' as they say here.)

On Wednesday we won the quiz night at Rosie O'Grady's for the first time. This was only because we joined forces with another team, who were seriously short of members. Fortunately, our various areas of expertise* complemented each other. We won a fifty dollar bar tab, so we'll have to go again this week - what a blow! ;-)

We didn't get a very good night's sleep on Friday because we were woken repeatedly between about 1 am and 8 am by a series of five earthquakes. They weren't as strong as the one we had a few weeks ago, but they were much nearer, with their epicentres all in the same place - out in the Tasman Sea about 30 kilometres southwest of Wanganui.

So far we've had a very lazy weekend, apart from our run this morning. In an effort to get fitter, we started on the Runner's World beginners' running schedule last month, and tomorrow is the start of Week 6 - run for twelve minutes, walk for two minutes, run for twelve minutes. We've managed to keep to the schedule so far, which is great. This is yet another case of different skills complementing each other. I find the running itself a bit of a challenge, so Iain is able to support me in that department, whereas Iain finds getting out of bed in the first place the biggest hurdle to overcome, so I help him with that! If we manage to survive Week 8 (run for 30 minutes continuously) I'm going to enter the 'Round The Bridges' fun run in May. It'll be just the incentive I need to work on my speed. At the moment I'm being overtaken by old ladies on zimmer frames.

*or areas of ignorance