The universe wants to play with you (part 28)

Driving away from the bus stop with Corrado in the back, it struck me how odd this all was, not so much someone falling through space, seen that and done it but the fact it should have been him who turned up. Now that's weird synchronicity.

But it was the dwarves that was most weird - what was that about? How were they waiting there? And why dwarves? There's something we don't know and I don't like that.

With one bound...

My last blog post evidently came across as quite negative, judging by some of the feedback I got. This was unintentional and was probably because it was going to be a long involved piece but I ran out of time and lost patience with it and just shoved it up.

And that is the beauty and, perhaps, the point of blogs...as if there needs to be one.

View from a darkened room

Before
 

After
 

There is no plan B

 

'I don't belong here,' was the thought that involuntarily popped into my head on the morning of my first day in New Zealand; four years later, it still resonates, though I've reconciled myself to the fact that I'll probably spend the rest of my life here.

Moving to a new, very different country at the age of 48 was never going to be easy though I thought I'd get used to it after a few months. It didn't quite happen that way...

The universe wants to play with you (part 27)

TRANSCRIPT

 

Location: A suite of rooms underground in Wellington.

Attendance: Sir Ray Bergquist, chair, New Zealand Intelligence and Security Forum;

Roland Auger, Human Liaison representative for the New Zealand  National Dwarf Association;

Olwen Rees, Secretary, Dwarf Liberation Movement.

 

Distractions

The Distractions - Time goes by so slow

Not that kind of distraction, good though it is.

The universe wants to play with you (part 26)

Text Epistles

 

Aaron, I'm going to be in dunedin tonight

and tomorrow. doing some secret government

work. I'll need some help from u n merl. I'll ring.

G

 

The universe wants to play with you (part 25)

We've found the head.

Quigg felt as if it was him who'd gone into another dimension. The 'investigation' was so strange, like a circus, dozens just milling around in a supposed top secret national security case, a mixture of people who seemed unlikely investigators and some straight out of central cop/agent casting. The American wasn't an American; he was an Australian, Ray Bergquist, the replacement for the unfortunate Dame Gunnarson.