On the way to the gym this morning the big sign on the main road that leads from the airport - Cobham Drive, otherwise known as Highway No 1 - read something like 'Water Restriction lifted'. Hitherto, it had read something like 'Water Ban in Force'.
So, after the gym, I high-tailed it to Hataitai Beach to take a photo of the shower in the women's changing room ... without it's showerhead. This shower head will probably never be removed again in my lifetime. I guess the 'once in my lifetime Wellington drought' has now broken, and the shower head will be returned in all it's glory very soon. So, a photo is a must. For my descendents.
It's a cold water shower, but if I race into the shower ahead of my friend J, I will get a couple of seconds of warm-ish water because the sun has heated up the water pipes. J will get truly cold water. oh dear.
Often, to use the shower, I have had to queue up behind campervan tourists who seem to have brought their whole bathroom cabinet contents along with them to the changing sheds.
One day, I rushed in for my shower, after my swim, to find four naked Scandanavian women flitting around the shower area - each one incredibly beautiful and probably in their early twenties. All were tall, slim, with long blonde tresses, longer legs, pert breasts and giggling away happily in a seductive foreign language. They were probably talking about having cheese sandwiches for supper, but to me every word sounded like the playing of a musical lyre.
My Goodness, here I was, short, stout, flat chested, with bird's nest hair, and big fat thighs. When I talk, I miss out the 'g' at the end of all my 'ings'. I have trouble pronouncing h's and I slur my words a lot because I can't be bothered to enunciate properly. I also gabble at about 500 words a minute. I probably sound more like an demented kookaburra than a musical lyre. I slinked (slunk? slank?) out of the changing sheds until the four Norse goddesses had left the building. Who needed the comparison?
While I was photographing the shower this morning, I thought "Oh, well... while I'm here....." So, I had a swim. Swim No 3 for April!! Check. The water was nice but my fingers were so cold afterwards that I had trouble doing up my shoe laces. (I'm one swim up on you, J, for April - na-na-na-na-nah.....
I must ring up Wellington City Council to remind them to put back the showerhead.
Here's a nice cloud formation above Hataitai Beach.
