Lately the children have taken to playing in the hire car, which unfortunately has to be returned today. This afternoon Elizabeth fell out of it, head first onto the concrete driveway. She is fine but has some impressive grazing to her forehead. I have nothing in the way of first-aid here, not even a band aid, so we went off to the supermarket in search of antiseptic cream. At the supermarket, Daniel spotted a pizza for meat lovers and with mouth-watering determination, asked that we buy it. The two of them managed to devour half of it.
We visited the local kindy yesterday and have managed to come to an agreeable solution which will allow Daniel to attend. He can attend on days when one or more children are absent which in reality is pretty much everyday. For a kindy with 45 children there is always at least one child off sick on any given day. On the rare days that all kids are there, he can still attend but I would need to stay with him and this is fine too. The kindy is about 20m from our house which is very convenient. When we arrived Daniel said “Yes, this will be my kindy” so it meets his approval too.
This particular kindy is bursting at the seams as is the local school. Pt. Chevalier is going through a population explosion of predominantly young families. The kindy would not normally let children start on the sick days of other kids because there is an extensive waiting list and all those other families would want the same treatment, but because we are from Christchurch….I only need to tell people here we are from Christchurch and we get “the look” and “Oh, you’re from Christchurch….” and the sort of sympathetic, pitiful gaze someone might give you if you told them you’d just lost a family member or were dying of cancer. I’m not entirely sure what the cancer or death in the family look is as neither of these things has happened to me but I imagine it’s not so unlike you’re from earthquake-central look. I wonder whether Aucklanders realise that one day they’ll be the recipients of that gaze. When the volcanic field springs to life again and destroys lives, homes and infrastructure.
A friend of mine took some photos of our house in Christchurch before all the snow melted. Here they are:
It won’t be our house for much longer. The new owners take possession end of next week.