Unbalanced

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

It probably tells you something deeply childish about me that I want to climb up there and push him off.

It is the start of Matariki, or the Maori New Year here. At least, I think so. It is hard to say. Like Easter, it is all very astronomical and really it makes my head hurt to think about it.

But Lemon told me her local neighbourhood had a Matariki fair, and that is good enough for me. Having said that, she is not Maori. Lemon is part Samoan, part Cook Islander and refers to herself as "PI" (Pacific Islander). 

This always makes me think of Thomas Magnum. And in fact, now that I think about it, he too was a Pacific Islander, along with Higgins, Zeus and Apollo.

But anyway, she described to me the PI way of celebrating Matariki. There was lots of food at the fair, she said. A big load of taro, a roast pig and some salad "for show".

"If you're PI, the salad is purely decorative," she explained. "No-one actually eats it, unless you're one of those vegan girls, or if you're a PI boy who is dating one of those vegan girls."

She mimed a sad-looking Samoan boy, filling a bowl with salad. "Your girl's a vegan eh?" 

"Nah. Vegetarian."

So that is Matariki. I should get down to that fair myself by the sound of it. Fortunately for me I am not dating a vegan.

S.