The Wonder of Woolworths

Sam got a call first thing on Monday morning, from Woolworths in Bayfair. They had a vacancy for a part time checkout operator. She toddled off for the interview. Two ours later we got a call from her saying she'd got the job and was starting immediately. Hurrah - that's both of 'em working now. Part time apparently means 3 shifts per week, but it's a virtual certainty that she'll get extra on top of the contracted hours and could be doing as many as 50 hours a week if she wants to. The requisite IRD application was duly lodged the following day.

Di had an interesting moment with one of the mothers we met on Sunday. When she saw Di on Monday, she came bounding over, full of enthusiasm, complementing Di on being so slim after 6 kids and generally being super friendly. She was wanting Di to walk up the Mount with her Alas, Di was expecting Vicky to pop in so had to decline the offer. She appeared again this afternoon, with an exciting proposal. Apparently I could gain citizenship if I married her! The fact that I was already married and this wouldn't really help Di that much seemed to have escaped her, so keen she was to help us. I somehow doubt that we'll be taking up this generous offer any time soon.

I took Imogen to the dentist this morning. Most schools seem to have a dental clinic attached to them, but they seem rather poorly equipped, at least compared to the private dentist we used in the UK. For example, there's no "spit bowl" or any of that dubious coloured liquid they give you to rinse with, and the X-ray machine still uses photographic film which has to be sent of for processing and takes a week! Fortunately Imogen's grief seems to be down to sore gums and a salt mouthwash was recommended although the dentist had some concern about missing teeth and took a set of X-rays.