By now, my five readers realise that my friend, J, can get hot under her collar over several things. The colour of the sea, as a for instance. Of course, she's completely wrong over that topic, but a few months ago she started mumbling about the fading signage over the entrance to the ladies' changing shed at Hataitai Beach.
For quite some time the opposite sex, looking for a toilet, have been wandering in to our shed by mistake, usually when J and I are hopping around trying to shove wet legs into damp trousers. A couple of months ago, J could stand it no longer, and sent a very nice email off to Wellington City Council, explaining the dilemma.
Her email was obviously too nice because nothing happened for a time. Then 'voila!', or should that word be viola!'? Maybe it's even 'violet!'? - our reader who dances in France could no doubt tell me in a flash. This week we noticed that not one, but two new signs have miraculously appeared. The men's changing shed signage has had a brush-up, too.
Of course J is beaming. It's not often WCC bows to a ratepayer's wishes. Preen hard while you can, J, and bask in the glory. The day will surely come when the rubbish truck misses out your street, or the road in front of your house springs forth a geyser, or the guy next door blares out AC/DC at 2 am in the morning. The response may not be as quick as a couple of months next time.
Oh, and the sea was so beautifully blue yesterday....