Hans (Russell’s agitated roommate), having lost the TV remote on his great escape two days ago, had nothing to occupy his day – it’s seems no one is prepared to give up their time to visit him. Russell had a brainwave, and thought a man of his indeterminable age might enjoy the German newspaper. On Russ’s last walk to the big hall last night, he collected one for him. Eureka!!!! Hans was very happy and very settled for the evening. On this mornings walk we collected the Sunday one, and again Hans has been a happy man all day!! Takes a Kiwi to find a simple solution!
This morning I cleared up work emails and had a bit later exit from the Hotel.
A trip to McDonalds, lots of inside colour going on, and with the breakfast coffee deal in hand, met Russ around 10.30am for a garden Brunch.
After lunch, as no medical action was going on, we snaffled a wheelchair and went exploring the neighbourhood, that had become my home!
I took Russ to my Hotel, and showed him where I had been living for the last week or so….and now they really know I do have a husband in hospital and am not a lonely old drunk drinking my 2-3 beers each night by myself!
George has rescheduled his travel plans and is arriving Tuesday on his way home from Greece, so this spurred me in action to move on. Not far but booked in around the corner, for the next week from Tuesday, with air con, fridge and tea and coffee in my room!
All the business done, we decided a cool drink was in order (coke and ginger beer) at a bar I had been spying across the road, but not game enough to visit on my own.
We perched ourselves in the corner of the outside area, another lady joined our table (?)….it seemed very busy for a Sunday afternoon! However we sipped on our room temperature coke and ginger beer (not pleasant), then realised a big housie afternoon was about to start!
Set up with snacks, drinks and oldish locals, who all seemed to know each other, the cards were being sold. Kind of spoiled the anticipated cool drink in a nice peaceful garden bar! Well…..deciding time to move on, I went inside….it was full to the brim with tables packed (probably another 50/60 people squeezed in) snacks, housie pens, cards ready. No such thing as smoking outside, it was a cloud of cigarette smoke inside and the old girl behind the bar, durrie in hand, fan on her face (blowing said smoke back at her for a second gasp) and looking like old Bette from coronation street (a bit more tatty).
We made our exit graciously, surrendering our table to last minute arrivals for the big afternoon. Ok my curiosity is satisfied, I don’t need to visit this bar again!
These beautiful specimens of Harley Davison’s parked on an otherwise deserted street (all shops closed), but I took Russ for a tour…the Chinese shop where I buy dinner, the supermarket where I buy supplies, the $2 shop where I buy shower shoes (to protect Russ from anything Hans might care to share) and finally…The kebab shop, where they do great kebabs and coffee (and have a nice clean toilet). After our rather unpleasant experience at the Housie bar, we sat in the cool breeze and enjoyed a great coffee and took away our salad bowl dinners!
Russ walked back to the hospital and no oxygen needed!!
One more walk out side (no oxygen) and back in time for dinner! Russ is going really well today and we can share some positives with the doctors tomorrow.
Upwards and onwards Kiwi Wanderers!
All who wander are not Lost girls 
Hi Sue it was good to read your blog this morning and hear Russell sounds as though he is making progress. Mythoughts and prayers are with you both. Hope you are more comfortable in your new acc. Had a good talk with Kevin last night hope it’s not too long before I get to Orewa love Barb
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Thanks Barb, Kevin said you had a nasty time with Louie yesterday – that’s awful I hope he is doing ok xxx
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