I was climbing up a ladder to see if I had an attic the other day, mainly to check if there was insulation. Immediately I realised I had a problem. There was no attic.

So, then, loving playing with words, it’s a non-existant problematic attic. This could be a good thing, as I’d probably store stuff I don’t need in it anyway, only to be discovered in 50 years’ time when someone carries out an archeologic dig of my home.

Digging around in the attic of politics this week, a few idioms came to light. There was the cat out of the bag, with the revelation that MP Hamish Walker had leaked information about NZ’s active Covid-19 cases. Then there was Woods, Hipkins and Muller all trying not to fly off the handle, while processing what political fallout there would be and how it could affect the upcoming election.  Could things get even more out of hand?

We’ve still got the elephant in the room, the monkey on the back and a skeleton in the closet probably tucked away somewhere in this problematic idiomatic attic. But it’s early days in the election campaign, there’s still time for Winston to pluck something out of the woodwork.

Local stink protesters who have had a bee in their bonnet about the stench around the industrial parts of Mount Maunganui were relieved this week to learn that in just over 18 months, one of the main contenders for the ultimate olfactory violation awards will be heading south to Napier. Not to be sniffed at, but this award-winning pet food exporter of the year was also providing a lot of local jobs. What were we all thinking with running them out of town? Face masks are fashionable, surely someone can whip up a nose mask to block odours? Oh well, they’ve decided to call it a day here in the bay. Our loss.

It’s a good thing that Goldilocks isn’t doing reviews these days. Pre-Covid, she would have walked into a café and found herself faced with not only too hot and too cold, but also too paleo, too deconstructed, too artisanal and too pretentious. We can’t say we’re in a nearly post-Covid era now in NZ, it’s more like the ‘end of the beginning of Covid’, but it’s refreshing to see that the art of eating out with others has returned.

For those who don’t know, one of Tauranga’s top secrets – the date scone underbelly of our community is humming, with our cafes turning out the best date scones in NZ. Don’t believe me? Check it out for yourself. Start at the Mount and go eat your way through date scones in Papamoa, Greerton, the Historic Village and the Lakes.

Or would you rather stay home? With this pandemic still raging around the globe, it’s interesting to note that a safer pandemic nearly hit our shores, with over 1000 confirmed cases of jigsaw puzzle completion.

For those wanting to enjoy a romantic trip to a dying star while being sucked into oblivion, it was a big wake up call to find Rocket Lab lost their rocket this week. Where did it go? It’s not rocket science. Oh it is? Maybe gravity played a part?

Coming back down to earth, for those who can afford Disney world holidays, thanks to Covid it’s off to the hinterlands of NZ for the school hols instead, to experience ‘our own back yard’.  Our Own Back Yard holidays means different things to different folk. Tauranga’s MP Simon Bridges is happy striding around in gumboots feeding yaks on a Richmond yak farm. The Prime Minister called in to Hawkes Bay to talk about water, while Aucklanders have been told to stop using so much water while brushing their teeth. Thankfully Auckland’s back yard is the Waikato, with the mighty Waikato River able to be tapped to ease their drought crisis.

Speaking of water, when it rains, it seems to pour here in the Bay of Plenty, with a few great deluges and wind knocking trampolines and fences over lately. The best of it though is how the community comes together during disasters big and small, helping each other, going the extra mile, doing their bit.

Someone asked me the other day what my superpower was. I thought for a moment, and then replied “I’m a Kiwi”, as ultimately there is an immense pride and appreciation deep down for the incredible spirit and heart found in our grassroots community. 

July 12, 2020

Rosalie's Writings
with Rosalie Liddle Crawford