I walked up the road to the top and crossed over the next road. Here is the view, looking over to the west and the suburb of Karori.
Down the hill (the road that curves up on the right) to the bus-stop. While I waited I watched the building activity across the way. The little house on the lower left had been moved forward on the section so another dwelling could be built behind it - the horrible "in-fill" housing. Above and behind a house built in the 1920/30s is being renovated. The living space is being moved from the front to the back of the house where the best sun is.
Once in town I walked over to the supermarket. To get there I have to go through our Parliament Grounds. Nothing new to me as I used to walk through them to get to High School.
A little hard to tell as the light wind chose to disappear, but flags on all Govt buildings were flying at halfmast as it was the day of the funeral of a New Zealand soldier who had been killed on active service in Afghanistan.
Now it is Saturday evening and the rain is pouring down while the wind blows. Zebby has hunkered down under his "quilt" leaving me free to knit. These days his interference has moved from swinging on the knitting needles to patting me on the thigh, claws extended. My darling menace!
