I was tempted to write "A morning in the Hutt". But you wouldn't say "A morning in the Wellington". Unless you come from Tunisia or the Cook Islands.
Hutt is named after the river that runs through it which in turn is named after Sir William Hutt who ironically never even set foot in NZ.
The Maori originally called it Te Awakairangi but even they had trouble spelling it, so changed it themselves to Heretaunga. Which was a bit confusing as there are several Heretaungas around the North Island. So maybe simple, good old Hutt has logic behind it.
Today's readings are about the Jews telling lies about Stephen, not Richard Stephen, and Jesus taking a short cut across the water. You can read them if you want. I wonder if he walked through the waves and got his garment wet; or did he walk over them and stay dry!
My boss told me I have enough sick leave to cover my four weeks off. That's a relief. I want to start sanding and painting my bathroom before the nice men install new shower linings and fittings.
I'm picking my darling love up on Thursday and she will stay the weekend. I thought I'd bring her back down the Wairarapa side. She has not been over the Rimutukas.
Have fun; it feels good to have been to confession, so get along yourself if you want. It's up to you.
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