A Glass Full of Water

This story is set in and around Tutukaka, a coastal village north east of Whangārei. It is home to a harbour, hotel, shops, cafes, restaurants, motels, marina and easy access to the Poor Knights Marine Reserve.  On King’s Birthday weekend this year (Saturday 30 May - Monday 1 June) my twin brother Chris and I were driving and walking around Tutukaka around 6.30am on the Saturday, hunting for a coffee and maybe, some honey toast or porridge but no cafes were open yet. I then remembered that we visited Ngunguru, a few kilometres away, on the same day a year ago. The Salt Air Cafe was open then, so hopefully it would be open early today. It was! (It opens at 6.00am) We recognised the friendly owner/manager/barista. Our flat white coffees and honey toast was made and delivered to our table and a conversation started. “How’s business?” There was a slight pause before he answered. “It’s going ok…” What does ok mean in the hospitality industry in New Zealand at the moment? There are so ma...

Most of the world knows that the FIFA World Cup competition has begun. As I’m finishing this week’s blog story, New Zealand has just played Iran, ranked 20. A draw! 2-2. A great result considering our ranking of 85. Go the kiwis! What country will win the World Cup? France? Spain? Argentina? England? The lowest ranked team New Zealand?  When I was teaching at Hamilton Boys’ High School, I worked with Naaz, Lynnette and a few other teachers with ex refugee students. After a number of years, a football team was formed. Our team needed a uniform, so one was designed and made.  We were scheduled to play against a combination of our school 1st 11 and 2nd 11 teams for the inaugural, and now *annual sports fixture. We needed a trophy, so one was organised. On game day, our team skipped more classes than was allowed, to get ready. Who could blame them? The teams lined up on the school field. Talk about pride in uniform, as they were representing themselves, their families and other ex...

  As we get older, (I’m 70 next month and funnily enough so is my identical twin brother Chris, who was born 5 minutes before me) I reckon you get more sentimental and quite often more emotional. For example, I love to see older people holding hands in public and yet being young at heart and still in love - hope and commitment expressed. I smile when I see young kids at Te Uku Primary School, near Raglan, walking around the playground, holding hands and being so happy together - a simple joy.  Recently Val and I observed our granddaughter Nova slip her hand into her mums hand and walk with Rebeccah to her car after a football game at Western Springs, Auckland. I think it was on the same weekend that her son Wynn while watching TV with me, quietly placed his hand on top of mine.  Years ago, my mum Mary came to visit me at Silverdale Normal School in Hamilton. Mum and I held hands in the staff room during the morning interval break. I didn’t care what the staff thought. She...

The theme song to the Australian TV show Neighbours has pertinent lyrics to this blog story. In part the lyrics say, ‘Should be there for one another, that’s when neighbours become good friends’.  My younger brother Mike and his wife Sheryl were neighbours and good friends with Pete. He had been a kiwi dentist in London for over 40 years and retired next door to them. A great sense of humour was an important part of their relationship.  The New Zealand flag referendums in 2015/2016 were held to determine our nation’s flag. Voters were able to choose their favourite design. Pete was a staunch believer in retaining the existing flag and keeping the Union Jack in the corner. Mike and Sheryl loved to tease Pete about his flag views, so in a light hearted, funny way, they hatched and executed a cunning plan… Mike purchased an alternative silver fern flag and attached it to a drone. As it zipped past Pete, who was sitting at his outdoor table, he yelled to his son, “Get the gun! Put...