Little gloaty post

There is a chance that this blog could turn into a series of boastful posts about the weather in Auckland and all the wonderful outdoor activities we get up to as a result.  For example, I could go on and on about lazy afternoons bobbing about on a lilo in our pool, while Madeleine gradually empties the pool by dive bombing me.  Or the hours spent lying in the shade of a pohutukawa tree at Pt Chevalier beach, reading the paper, while the girls splash about in the shallows after a picnic lunch.  Or warm evening barbeques of sausage and lamb, and in the case of Lucia, carrot sticks dipped in lashings of tomato sauce.

But I guess those sorts of posts might be a little tedious, so I won’t do that.  Or if I do, I’ll throw in something else to balance it out a little.  So here goes: I had to run around the house after the barbeque with a can of fly spray to kill all the little intruders who turned up to the barbeque.  Aaah, its a hard life. 

Seeing my insides

So, I had an appointment at the hospital this week with an ear nose and throat specialist, my first ENT appointment since transferring to Auckland.  It didn’t start well at all.  Unlike my last appointment (to see the oncologist), I had a good trip to the hospital – avoided roadworks, didn’t get lost, got there on time – but this time, once inside the hospital, I got hopelessly lost.  I was anxious, as I always tend to be when having any kind of check-up, but this time it was slightly worse because I’d had a small tussle that morning with the insurance company I’ve been covered by since getting sick last year.  I won’t traverse the sad details, but they really are a bunch of complete muppets and are behaving disgracefully in the circumstances.   I’ll get there in the end though, I’ve fought worse battles. 

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