Knickers

Our return visit to the outlet went without hitch. The manager didn't even try to argue about the suite and offered us a replacement. It was a similar style and I'm a little apprehensive that it's manufactured to similar standards, but we'll have to see I suppose. The suite swap takes place on Monday. On the plus side, it was a little more expensive but we got it for the same price.

Di was having trouble finding her one and only gold bangle. Phoebe and Freya both borrow it on occasion but efforts to make them 'fess up about its location drew a blank. We even went so far as to ring up the resort on the off chance that it had been found by the cleaners as Di could not recall wearing it since we moved. No trace at the resort, although there was apparently some mail for us. We headed off to Papamoa to pick it up, only to find that the two letters were notifications of our IRD numbers. There's obviously room for improvement in the postal system, since the letters were dated 26th September yet it takes them until the 9th October to show up. Having said that, there are lots of posties zooming around rather manically on pushbikes and mopeds, even in the foul weather we've been having of late. I can understand them hiding and not delivering on days like this.

When we got back, the bangle search continued, only for excited shouts to emanate from the bottom of a suitcase. Apparently said bangle had managed to secrete itself within a pair of knickers. There's a fair chance that this would happen, given the number of women lurking in this house. Anything missing from now on will start with an underwear inspection.

The new towels are giving grief. Despite having washed them a couple of times prior to pressing them into service, they continue to shed little bits of red fluff. In the bathroom this morning, all this fluff interlaced with residual shaving foam made me look like a bomb damaged Santa Claus, and it's only October.