Where is the pianist?

Technically, this is not a back blip; although I am posting it on Sunday morning NZ Daylight Saving Time, it is still Saturday in Scotland. We have this morning been reconnected to the internet.

Midweek we expected the power to be back on. It didn't work when the builder, and then we (up briefly to check things out) tried. Another phone call to find out that the electricity supply company hadn't bothered to tell us (a) that they had restored the supply or (b) that we still had to turn the mains on.

We came up early on Saturday morning and were soon joined by daughter C with the two lads, to spend the weekend here. When they drove up, Mr H apparently kept exclaiming about how amazing, how cool, it looks. He has some of the same sense of design that has come out in daughter J, the architect.

With (almost) everything electrical working we had lunch and I then connected up the boxes to restore telephone and therefore internet. Frustration, as the telephones gave us a message that the line was in use. Unable to ring out, receive calls, or access the internet. Rang Telecom and very quickly was talking to a very pleasant technician who tried what he could do remotely, and then said he would have to send out a technician.

Would between 10 am and 1 pm Sunday be convenient? Yes, was the response; he came as promised and within 15 minutes had found that the wiring of the old and new jackpoints was different making for signal failure. Easily and quickly fixed, and hence I am sneaking in on Saturday with this post.

My run on Saturday morning took me down to the waterfront, and through the Wynyard Quarter. Almost deserted, apart from a couple of men fixing the mechanism for opening the bridge (damaged by some fellow overnight). One of the cafes along the North Wharf was just opening (at 7 am). A further 50 m along the wharf and outside firmly closed premises was this wonderfully coloured piano, and stool.

I like the mixture of reflections in the glass, and seeing right through to the other side of the old shed (now cafe).