Falelotu Kosipeli

The Tongan Parish.

Somber, imposing and possibly not in use post-earthquake. I needed a blip as I dragged drove myself home, and I liked this. It speaks of a certain era of New Zealand. I would have liked someone pushing a pram or push chair to walk past, but I might still have been waiting.

It was still a part day for me. Once I'd progressed a few things, sorted out priorities for the next week or so, and dealt with some lose ends, I headed off home. I am on the mend but I'm tired and still weighed down by this cold.

Tomorrow is a new day.