Jules and I are sitting in the arrivals hall waiting for the flight which has been delayed by 30 minutes. She and I went out for a “last supper” just the two of us. We went to the little Italian place run by the Chinese family (I know) and where they make real pizza and real past very quickly and affordably.
Jules was on a high having won a competition earlier in the day. Some high schools have barbershop quartets, others, like Macleans, have large barbershop ensembles. I took a day’s leave so I was able to attend some of the performances. Barbershop is such an interesting concept. In some ways similar to a regular choir in terms of the dynamics and those very unique chords but also different because of the insistence on movement. It is also so strange to see huge islander hulks whose necks are as wide as my waist and who can dominate a scrum single-handedly, walk on to the stage and start crooning in a falsetto about their sweethearts!
Well Macleans won the competition and now they go to the national championships in Wellington. However the senior choir also won their regional competition and they also have to compete in the nationals in Wellington! So Jules either has to pitch a tent at the Wellington town hall or make some tough choices.
Well they will be here in 15 minutes and I need to get their gifts from the car. I bought Et an All Black fleece and cap and Karen a massive bunch of flowers, so I guess they will be equally impressed.
I even cleaned the toilet so there cannot be any complaints.
And finally we will be one family together again in one place, feeling safe, starting over and building a new future.
In future Karen will probably be writing more often than me, but please keep the comments rolling.
I think we now need a drum roll.