Back from holiday. Justine to work. Home with the kids, who are in good form, excited by the novelty of living in a house again.
Maja, studying her ice cube: I want to kill these molecules. I'm going to put them in the freezer for 3 years.
Me: But molecules aren't people. They might not mind being stuck in a freezer for 3 years.
Maja (surprised). Oh. Four years, then.
Took lunch to Justine, who'd forgotten (i) her lunch; (ii) her wallet and (iii) her phone. The downside of going back to work after 4 days of holiday. Then on to the Mangere Pools. Besides being free, these polls have the following to commend them:
1. It is always easy to find my children, because they are the only white ones there.
2. Flava FM on the outside speakers. Everything feels better with some summer party jams once in a while (once every six months seems to be about right.)
3. They're actually quite good, what with the outdoor slides and the orca inside.
Bought smoked salmon and flaked it in with baked potatoes, carrots and courgettes (and a shitload of olive oil.) Amazing.
