National

Dear Peg and Friends,
Now the Election of parliamentary candidates is over and they have either got themselves elected, or rejected. So I cast my mind back to recall an incident that happened to me, and in keeping with what we have been putting up, months of political hopefuls, ear bashing us incessantly for months. It certainly has a political flavour.
The occasion that comes to mind, was when we were in a queue of cars at the Nevis Bluff waiting for the road to open. It was raining and real miserable outside. To give you some background. We were subject to frequent slips at the this choke point. When this happened and it did far too often. the road was then closed. Sometimes only for a day, and sometimes for weeks. It was a source of constant annoyance, as the detour we needed to take, added an extra 100km onto our journey. But from time to time when the road was closed, the Works Department opened the road for an hour or so at night, to let locals through without them taking the alternative detour. While we waiting on one particular occasion for the road to open, there was a tap on my window, I opened it to find a male face with water streaming down it. ‘Did I have a tow rope’? this fellow inquired. When I replied that I did. Then I asked, ‘Are you local?’, he said he was. As I wanted my rope back. So I asked him, ‘Would he return the rope to me, care of the National Bank when he was finished with it’? He replied ‘Bloody National, I really hate the bastards. I have never voted National in all my life’. So I said, ‘Well I’m sorry about that’, ‘That my tow rope upsets you so much’. ‘Why don’t you just keep on walking, and see if you can find yourself a ‘Labour’ rope’, and wound up my window. End of story. My wife’s face said all, so I got out of the car and fished in the boot to find the rope. A couple of days later, this oaf showed just what happens to ‘National’ tow ropes. He wound the rope into a Gordian Knot, around the balcony of the Branch that took some time to retrieve.
On writing this I was reminded of a trip Beth and I made to Auckland to buy an Aquarius Trailer Sailer. As we passed through Wellington we made arrangements with the Railway Office to tentatively book space for the yet to be purchased yacht that we would hopefully be bringing with us on our return journey. We purchased the yacht, then struck a problem as we had not taken ‘God’ into our plans. The Wakatipu Yacht Club had given this particular Railway employee this sobriquet as he was so obstructive to one and all. Anytime we moved our boats South he made trouble. Anyway he parked us in a lane on our own, with the promise to stay there. ‘You  may get loaded’. ‘I’m sorry the office is shut’. ‘I can’t do anything now’. There is no record of you booking space. Should after all these cars are loaded, and there is still enough space, you can go, if not, you can’t. So when it got dark I decided to do something about the situation myself. It was raining hard, so I ran down each line of cars, I tapped on each Car’s window in turn and told them. ‘That they were all facing the wrong way’. ‘In your own time. Please turn your car around, and line up behind that yacht’. I must have sounded good, where once, we were the last vehicles. We were now in the front. God himself returned just in time to load the Ferry. If he thought that something had changed in his line up. He was right, but this late stage he didn’t wish to do anything about it, or rearrange again a hundred cars or so. Something I had done so effortless. We were first to go on board.
Love from Christchurch,
Wally
Now the Election of parliamentary candidates is over and they have either got themselves elected, or rejected. So I cast my mind back to recall an incident that happened to me, and in keeping with what we have been putting up, months of political hopefuls, ear bashing us incessantly for months. It certainly has a political flavour.
The occasion that comes to mind, was when we were in a queue of cars at the Nevis Bluff waiting for the road to open. It was raining and real miserable outside. To give you some background. We were subject to frequent slips at the this choke point. When this happened and it did far too often. the road was then closed. Sometimes only for a day, and sometimes for weeks. It was a source of constant annoyance, as the detour we needed to take, added an extra 100km onto our journey. But from time to time when the road was closed, the Works Department opened the road for an hour or so at night, to let locals through without them taking the alternative detour. While we waiting on one particular occasion for the road to open, there was a tap on my window, I opened it to find a male face with water streaming down it. ‘Did I have a tow rope’? this fellow inquired. When I replied that I did. Then I asked, ‘Are you local?’, he said he was. As I wanted my rope back. So I asked him, ‘Would he return the rope to me, care of the National Bank when he was finished with it’? He replied ‘Bloody National, I really hate the bastards. I have never voted National in all my life’. So I said, ‘Well I’m sorry about that’, ‘That my tow rope upsets you so much’. ‘Why don’t you just keep on walking, and see if you can find yourself a ‘Labour’ rope’, and wound up my window. End of story. My wife’s face said all, so I got out of the car and fished in the boot to find the rope. A couple of days later, this oaf showed just what happens to ‘National’ tow ropes. He wound the rope into a Gordian Knot, around the balcony of the Branch that took some time to retrieve.
On writing this I was reminded of a trip Beth and I made to Auckland to buy an Aquarius Trailer Sailer. As we passed through Wellington we made arrangements with the Railway Office to tentatively book space for the yet to be purchased yacht that we would hopefully be bringing with us on our return journey. We purchased the yacht, then struck a problem as we had not taken ‘God’ into our plans. The Wakatipu Yacht Club had given this particular Railway employee this sobriquet as he was so obstructive to one and all. Anytime we moved our boats South he made trouble. Anyway he parked us in a lane on our own, with the promise to stay there. ‘You  may get loaded’. ‘I’m sorry the office is shut’. ‘I can’t do anything now’. There is no record of you booking space. Should after all these cars are loaded, and there is still enough space, you can go, if not, you can’t. So when it got dark I decided to do something about the situation myself. It was raining hard, so I ran down each line of cars, I tapped on each Car’s window in turn and told them.  ‘Sorry but you are facing the wrong way’. ‘In your own time. Please turn your car around, and line up behind that yacht’. I must have sounded good, where once, we were the last vehicles. We were now in the front. God himself returned just in time to load the Ferry. If he thought that something had changed in his line up. He was right, but this late stage he didn’t wish to do anything about it, or rearrange again a hundred cars or so. Something I had done so effortless. We were first to go on board.
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