Well, we are settled in to our new temporary home.

Well, not so much settled, as still surrounded by boxes.

I thought my computer got busted in the move. But it turns out that I had switched the switch at the back of the computer the wrong way, thinking it was the right way, but it was, in fact, the wrong way, and there's no way it was going to work that way, but it took me way longer than you'd think to work out that it was, in fact, switched the wrong way. But it's the right way now.

Obviously…

Our first night here, our nearest neighbours started performing a series of really loud and really fucking annoying hakas out on their deck. And not the usual Ka Mate Maori war dance that you'd naturally think of when I mention the word haka. You'd naturally think of the Ka Mate haka, because that's the war dance that your favourite world's best rugby team, the All Blacks performs before games. The same haka that drunk and shirtless white NZers like performing for people whenever they are traveling abroad and just happen to be drunk and shirtless.

No. This was a series of unique hakas that could have only been learned by someone who had studied Maori. Which confused me greatly, because I thought we had moved into a posh area, so why did there appear to be brown people living next door?
The cheek!

It was kind of sad to be leaving our old house. I've mentioned here earlier about a bird known as the Riroriro, or Grey Warbler, which has seemed to follow me around all my life, and I associate it with good omens. In recent weeks I had heard the Riroriro at our house for the first time in the ten years we'd been there.

I thought that was kind of a shame, because it's kind of rare to hear that bird in the city. But I've heard it here at the new house already, so it must have followed me.

This new home (where we're house-sitting for the inlaws for a few months, but hope to buy in at the end of the year) is quite leafy. Which is great, because I love trees. And birds.

Except … well, the trees do drop a treeload of leaves all over the place each morning. And the birds … do you think they could shut the fuck up until I'm ready to wake up in the morning?

I wonder which box my guns are in…