On Strickland Street

"Christchurch, the city of scaffolding".

I wonder if the city council will adopt that as a new slogan? Probably not.

A certain small black cat spent most of the night rediscovering I'm home and he's home - and sharing the discovery with me. The rest of the time he spent telling me all about his holiday at the 5-star luxury cat accommodation.

I've hit the wall, I'm off to bed.

Dad ventured a bit further on his bike today. If just needs to sort out a more friendly seat.

I returned yesterday and caught up on back-blips starting here.