And many fish we'll fry-o.
Monday afternoon I took off early from work and rode up to Ngaio with the family to scout out an open house that Joanne found out about and we kicked around the area a little. It was a light drizzle pretty much all afternoon.
Where is it?
What is it?
What about the school?
Train station?
The Ngaio suburb borders on Khandallah.
It's named after a tree.
It seems like a nice area. What's funny is that we'd kind of "picked" it as a good area for us long before we set foot on Kiwi soil. Maybe we're still carrying those prejudices with us, or maybe it really is what we'd hoped it is.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Ngaio Rhymes with Pie-O
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Very nice to have these links, Steve. Say, what is a Plunket room? And we all (Sid, Ed, Phyllis and I would like a rendition of the school song --please when you have it down.
Love you,
Mom
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