A friend said to me the other day, "Odd things always seem to happen to you." And I had to think hard about this because she was right. Is it that I can read odd things in happenings that other people can't? Am I more alert to what's going on around me? Who knows?
In my rush to catch the ferry at Seatoun Wharf the other day, a guy stopped me as I was storming across Worser Bay beach.
"Excuse me, do you know where the troll is? It's supposed to be here somewhere."
"Um, no, " I said. "The last troll I saw was at Wellington Airport."'
"Oh, well, thanks ...."
We both went our individual ways.
What a conversation! It could only happen on the Miramar Peninsula, home of Peter Jackson and Weta Workshop. Any stranger listening in would have thought we were completely mad.
PS: 7th swim for September.........Done!