Fatbastard: Blog

Kia ora koutou
Chapter 35 seemed 'bitsy', and I kept losing enthusiasm for the writing. Eventually I accepted that the story had reached the point where lotsa stuff needed to be described briefly to keep the narrative coherent, and simply got on with it. Turned out okay, and Ch36 will be in the queue early next week.

Kia ora tatou
Back from visiting grandkids in Western Australia. Jetlagged, but the grass doesn't care, and neither does the Mynah that took advantage of our absence to nest in the caliphont for the ensuite. A sad business! Describing a threesome is challenging since it is hard to untangle exactly who is doing exactly what to exactly whom, but Ch34 three quarters complete

Kia ora tatou
Many New Zealanders now have children and grandchildren in Australia (sometimes known to those remaining as 'the West Island'). I am visiting my lot in Perth, and have been struck by the comparative wealth of the area. Some years ago, our late Prime Minister predicted that New Zealand would become a theme park, and Australia a quarry. He had it right!
Anyhoo, I am installed in my 4yr old granddaughter's room. No snakes, but Unicorns are a worry! Grandfatherly duties occupy lotsa time, but Ch33 half finished.

Kia ora tatou
People keep dying. I have reached the age and stage where lots of my friends are geriatric and frail, and it seems that lately, someone carks it every week. I'll be 80 in less than a week and fly to Australia to visit my grandkids if I don't fall off my perch in the meantime. I hope to post Ch32 before I pack.

The best laid plans of mice and men gang oft agley. The 'writing window' that last weekend was supposed to provide closed before my muse could get in. An organisation I am involved with (and it's members) suffered badly during Covid, and the membership was very badly split over the way it (the organisation) responded to our Govt's direction to lock down and the vaccine mandates introduced. Many people felt isolated, discounted, coerced, abused and hurt. Now, some years on, our organisation felt brave enough to address the division and facilitate a meeting to try to heal some of the hurt. That somehow seemed more important than the story of my further adventures with Pauline (and others). Another window this coming weekend.