Feestpaleis, Mark II
On this sunny and altogether very lovely sunday, we got the keys to our house, the Feestpaleis mark II!
We haven’t moved in yet, since our furniture is still in the “container”, that mysterious object that must be somewhere on this planet, containing our stuff. Its existence has turned into a legend among our friends - our promise that “Soon, anyday now” it will arrive is regarded as a myth, a madman’s prophecy, here in Wellington. We’re still convinced that it will arrive soon, though, and when that happens, we’ll be able to show our friends that there really are such things as “my bicycle” and “our surfboards”. Legend has it that the Container also holds a tiger, and once held a duck that has since been eaten by the tiger, but I guess it is inevitable that falsehoods and inaccuracies creep into ancient tales of Containers and Bicycles and Surfboards…
Anyhoo, this means that our new Feestpaleis is still empty, but it was such a nice day that I dashed off to the Island Bay supermarket (a 15 minute walk, 20 minutes back) to get a sixpack of nice cold Kingfisher beers. As I sat on our deck with a beer, overlooking the sea and the beachgoers in the bay, I just couldn’t get this smile off my face for some reason…
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