We have today got our premature Xmas cards in order. Joan does hers, and I do mine, covering family and a few friends. Mine are really a bit of a joke. I designed them and did the text, and John got them onto a Powerpoint screen and we printed the copies I needed. They all sit waiting to be posted. The only one I have neglected is for Nene--and that is because I have no street address for her.
Our Auckland friends have instructed us how to get a cab from the airport to their house. They say, "Do not use the airport cabs, they are all run by Sikhs and they fiddle the meters. Call Discount Taxis and a very large Maori will arrive in a somewhat battered cab and drive you to our house for half the price the Sikhs would charge."
When we are away, rather than depriving the cleaning lady of her income, we have instructed her to come into my apartment (where chaos reigns in the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen) and "do the best she can." She comes today and we will go over the instructions again. There are just too many things to think about when you are going away for a prolonged period. Anne must have to face these problems when she comes to stay with Rachel.
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