Apparently, I'm supposed to be continuing the blog with small insights into the joys of Kiwi life, now that I am NZ-side again.
Let me see...
Well, today I heard a ruckus outside the house, and there was a man in hi-vis gear talking to a man in overalls about a hole.
Mum scooped up all the poodle poos on the lawn with a slotted spoon that I'm pretty sure she used to serve dinner with, not too long ago.
Nelson is crawling - CRAWLING - with people I went to high school with. It's weird being home. I wish I didn't still have the same hair cut I had when I was 5. I'd have a better chance of hiding, if I looked any different, ever.
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