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Hey. It's been a while again. I still don't have a job, unfortunately. Extremely annoying.
I've been working on my stories a bit, though, and I hope to post sometime in the middle of February.
The Sunday that's just gone, our little cul-de-sac had something of a street party. All the neighbours brought a plate, and some brought furniture, and we all got to know one another. It was a bit of fun in an otherwise boring month.
In addition, yesterday was part of a three-day-weekend, Monday being a Public Holiday celebrating the founding of Auckland. It was also the day that Dad took me out in his car to test my driving skills, having finally achieved my license. Shortly after reaching our first stop in his quest to accustom me to driving, I managed to run into a tree. Not to the point of causing major damage, but enough that when we got home and Dad checked the front, the grill fell out after popping the bonnet, due to the fixtures having broken off. Fun. I felt myself sufficiently vindicated in not being allowed near a drivers seat, having proved myself incapable of driving properly. Then what does the idiot do?
A half hour later, after a bit more practice, he gets me to drive us home! I was wracked with nerves, severely afraid that I would end up getting in a prang or worse. To my surprise we made it home with nary an incident. I was still utterly terrified though.
I've been working on my stories a bit, though, and I hope to post sometime in the middle of February.
The Sunday that's just gone, our little cul-de-sac had something of a street party. All the neighbours brought a plate, and some brought furniture, and we all got to know one another. It was a bit of fun in an otherwise boring month.
In addition, yesterday was part of a three-day-weekend, Monday being a Public Holiday celebrating the founding of Auckland. It was also the day that Dad took me out in his car to test my driving skills, having finally achieved my license. Shortly after reaching our first stop in his quest to accustom me to driving, I managed to run into a tree. Not to the point of causing major damage, but enough that when we got home and Dad checked the front, the grill fell out after popping the bonnet, due to the fixtures having broken off. Fun. I felt myself sufficiently vindicated in not being allowed near a drivers seat, having proved myself incapable of driving properly. Then what does the idiot do?
A half hour later, after a bit more practice, he gets me to drive us home! I was wracked with nerves, severely afraid that I would end up getting in a prang or worse. To my surprise we made it home with nary an incident. I was still utterly terrified though.
