Posts by Emma Hart
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Yeah, that's what hit me walking around Avonside yesterday: how long is it going to take to fix all that?
Our kids go to school in the CBD, and one of the buildings is really OLD. No idea what kind of shape that's in, but safe to assume they'll be home for a few days yet.
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We had a Public Address sleep-over last night, and a couple of gins to put the Civil back in Civil Defence Emergency. Now our neighbour is mowing his lawn.
Well, that or zombies. Mowing something.
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Cheers, Rachel, that's a ridiculously soothing sight.
And you got out again before curfew...
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You, madam, are a goddess.
Pff, it's a necessity, you can't buy bread. And at least we have the power to cook it. We have been so, so lucky. It's still hitting me, what's happened to my city.
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Fire in the central city now... and no water.
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We have an ICE CREAM TRUCK in our street! Genius!
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That, Emma, is actually quite a good reason. And let's face it, faced with what you are all going through in Chch, a cigarette can only be a reassuring thing. As would be a joint.
I haven't had time to sit down for a cigarette yet, Jackie. After I get this bread baked, maybe.
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I know it's a stupid habit, made stupider by the fact that I started in my early 20's just to look cool.
Oh, I have a stupider reason for starting smoking. I did it to get my lungs used to smoke so I could smoke joints without choking and looking like a total loser.
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Actually, while I'm here, civil defence tip for you ultra-modern people. Keep some fucking cash in your house.
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Have just returned from dropping my son off at a LAN party (yes, I know) and seeing David and Jennifer.
This had not sunk in until we saw Avonside Drive. It looks like there's been a natural disaster. Huge cracks is the road, lifted footpath, drains pushed up a couple of feet, everything covered in silt. Trees down, every power pole leaning. Saw a small child frolicking in a huge crater in the road.
David Jen and Bob have no power, and their house appears to have shifted on its foundations. So we pillaged their freezer and left. Well, okay, we told them to come over, but they were hoping to find friends with power and water.
Aftershock. Man they make it hard to type.
The central city is cordoned off, so the fate of Whisky remains unknown. We had to walk a good ten minutes to get to the Hay-Haywoods, a trip that made me increasingly panicky and teary.
Traffic lights are out everywhere. People are panic-buying petrol, which makes no sense to me. I just wanted a loaf of bread, but that wasn't possible, apparently.
So grateful that today is warm and sunny. Yesterday was freezing diagonal sleet. Still forebore from saying "Nice day for it" to the guy shovelling silt out of his driveway.