
Watching the washing go round in a tiny launderette in Akaroa. Three days of solid rain mean there is no easy drying on a line.
Not quite as conducive to stillness as the meditation group yesterday, held in a white wooden hall up the next valley, but there is something about contemplation that is possible anywhere, even a launderette.

Are you sure you haven’t locked a cat in there by mistake? I’m sure I can see a pair of rather annoyed eyes. By the by, my klaxon of tiresome pedantry has sounded – it is “launderette”. I know, I know but I can’t seem to help myself.
Walked the labyrinth in George Square Gardens yesterday to mark Holocaust Memorial Day. Got home to discover our esteemed Prime Minister had used an insulting form of words to describe people in Calais living in filthy and freezing conditions having trekked across Europe in a desperate attempt to find safety and refuge. Makes you proud to be British, doesn’t it?
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Cameron’s speech was quite shocking, and not taking children from the Jungle camp after all they have been through and taking them from Syria etc is madness. Did you see the Kinder Transport program last night BBC1, sounds rather familiar.
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Spoke to my friend in Christchurch on skype yesterday, she is sorry for you that it is raining. her daughter’s church was on the site now being used for the cardboard cathedral. There is still no news of what is going to happen to the ruined building.
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