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| SATURDAY IN THE VIADUCT HARBOUR, LOOKING TOWARDS THE RAISED PEDESTRIAN BRIDGE AND WYNYARD QUARTER |
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| KIWI CHRISTMAS TREE IN FULL BLOOM. THE POHUTAKAWAS AND RATAS ARE GOING NUTS ALL OVER THE SHOW RIGHT NOW; I LOVE IT. |
*Go, Dog. Go!
A literary classic. Which I believed
until now was Dogs, plural, because that’s how my father would roaringly finish
the quote – “Go, Dogs, Go!” – as he routed us out of bed for whatever weekend
adventure he had planned. He generally
took us to the library, supermarket and hardware store to give Mum “five
minutes peace” and plan the weekend’s DIY. I love the library, always have, but libraries
do make me want to pee and I couldn’t stand using public toilets when I was
small, so the adventure was generally trying to get home before bursting.
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