Sunday April 5th – day 11, 5.00am, daylight saving has ended but my body clock has not adjusted!
Yesterday, while the Miss Marples where otherwise engaged, and limping Larry was lounging under the feijoa tree (easy access to constant food supply), the Waiwera locals were on the alert!
The boys in blue visit the camp again…The Riverhaven tractor (while currently not needed to tow boats) was retrieving stolen safes from the Riverhaven point…Hidden under a duvet and still containing amounts of money that couldn’t be reached from the hacksawed hole…
Meanwhile the building crew at my other bubble were hard at work…
Both benches finished with the assistance of local supplies, Dans neighbour supplied the bolts and Pete the painter had some black paint (which we had run out of) for the iron….like in the 60s and 70s when all the neighbours lent stuff to each other to finish a project and you didn’t run to the hardware store every five minutes (cause like now we can’t!) Community spirit is high and everyone is helping each other from behind their gates!
I just helped hold the screwdriver for the finishing touches!
The rest of Larry’s extended family is hanging out by the derelict Waiwera hot pools where there is shade…the birds are taking over the roads. The odd car is certainly 2nd place to walkers, wildlife and two wheelers!
On the topic of two wheelers, around 4pm yesterday, I heard my gate bang (well the riverhaven gate by my cottage that has become my responsibility in this lockdown)….before I could open my mouth, three Lycra-clad silver foxes (middle age, middle class arrogant men) rode their expensive bikes past my front door like they owned the place! Lookout Len (our caretaker) caught them at the turn (as they said they were visiting a friend – a no no in lockdown – they obviously weren’t very bright) and shooed them out the main gate. For the 3rd time I sanitised the gate latch and surrounds, every time it is not me or my bubble, I do this!
The Miss Marples have also been informed that new humans (we have car make, model and rego handy if needed) have moved into number 22 The Strand, the big yellow house on the waterfront, that usually operates as an Airbnb rental, but moving in mid lockdown…..more information is needed.
To put a full stop after broken leg (he was the man sneaking his daughters in and out of camp last week), has managed to sneak back, over the last couple of days, and retrieve his 2nd car that was parked across the road (or its been stolen -either way it’s gone).
In summary, 82 new cases yesterday, we are tapping on the 1000, but maintaining same daily positives with increased testing…is this a good sign? Time will tell.
And while those around me were active, my greatest achievement of the day was producing a very unsuccessful batch of lemon honey….can probably use it as a stress ball! (Solid but malleable – probably not edible and no image available!)
All who wander are not Lost girls 