The Mullet is a dodgy fish

You know the mullet, right? No, not the fish, the haircut. Anyway, there's this expression about the mullet, describing the hairstyle as "Business up front, Party in the back"

And that's what I think of when I go past this building in Avarua harbour.

One building. One item in common. Two very different... facades.

One Month's Notice

In case you haven't heard, Chris has not renewed his contract. So we will be returning to Dunedin soon-ish. Won't that be...cold - I mean, cool. I mean FREEZING.

I've given my one month's notice at work and I've been told I may keep my uniforms.
I did feel obliged to say, "No, no, I should leave them for someone else" - Even though I was secretly hoping to keep at least one - as having a Hawaiian shirt on hand solves all my party costume requirements forever.

My generosity was met with laughter and I was told my shirts wouldn't fit anyone else. Ever. While I would like to think this is because I am 'slender' I think it's probably I am considered "child sized" if you know what I mean...

Frangipani

My favourite flower on the island - the Frangipani. I didn't know until I came here the frangipani is a flowering tree (you know, like magnolias). I walk past these ones in the evening on my way to volunteer at the the Cook Islands Library.

Cat Hot

WTF? The temperature reached 32 degrees in Dunedin last week?!? How is that possible?
The annoying thing is, I don’t whether to be jealous or not, because I have no idea just how hot it has been getting here in Raro.

Since November the local TV news has not been including the day’s temperature in the weather reports.So, I have started categorising the days myself. For example, a “Swim hot” day means we have to go for a swim after work. Not want to go, have to go. It’s that damn hot. But my favourite category is when the temperature reaches “Cat Hot”. That’s when the cats lie upside down and pretend to be dead. That’s hot.

Here Comes the Sun

It turns out the Cyclone Season (which I have found out lasts from Nov to the END of April and is to even my limited numerical skills longer than a season but in fact Half a freaking year long) is also known as the Rainy Season.

We’ve had grey skies and torrential downpours for weeks now, since my Downpour Post, when I foolishly thought that particular rain shower was an anomaly.
How wrong I was. And when I saw Dunedin made 28 degrees recently I was sure it must be some sign of the End-of-Life-As-We-Know-it-Mr-Spock.

Thankfully, the SUN returned yesterday, so I am posting a pretty picture to celebrate, happy in the knowledge the natural order of the World is restored. For now.