I took this photo of a house not far from ours in St Albans. For those who know Christchurch, the house is on Springfield Road.
And people wonder why I don’t feel safe at home. Timber houses collapse too.
New Zealanders are very stoic but this is not a philosophy I adhere to. If something is troubling me then I like to make changes in my life to improve the situation. Life is too short to be miserable.
Daniel has struggled with being back in Christchurch and has refused to enter the house. He’s been inside twice and it took some major coercion both times. We’re safely tucked up in the caravan as I type and Daniel is watching his favourite movie “Ponyo”. He’s just entering the question-asking phase and I’m being bombarded with questions about the movie like “Why is she wearing shoes inside?”, “Why is she wearing an apron?”, “Why is the power out?”, “Why is the daddy working at night?”, “Where is the mother going?”, “Why has Ponyo got no shoes?”, “Why are they not wearing jammies?”, “Why did Ponyo fall asleep?” Aarrgh.