This is a ridiculously athletic city. It is perfectly acceptable to variously undertake grave distances just to see how fast it can be done, after work. I go for an innocent swim in the harbour and end up invited to partake in annual swimraces.

On the next sunny day, Stephanie is coming over and we are going to drink cold pear cider on the roof of the neighbour's garage because once I was walking down my street and a child climbed though the fence from the undergrowth and continued up the street. She had come from the shady leafy top of a concrete shed that opens onto the street below, which immediately hairpins and passes the roof of that same shed, because Wellington has wonderful atrocious topography.

I was going to practice open sea swimming today but I went down and though the sea had been calm as death yesterday, today it was....well, people were hanging onto lampposts.

Yesterday I walked underneath a bubblegum tree.