After another a hairy scary week with my Father, my Aunty Adrienne flew up from Levin to support us and my oldest friend Ross drove up from Cambridge to entertain me. Today Father was up sitting in a chair so I left Aunty, and Ross and I went to Father Teds just off Queen St to play pool. The extra 6 ball that may have left with us in my bag and the number 6 playing card I found on the Grafton Bridge will always be my reminders of this traumatic yet triumphant experience. I've been ambivalent about technology for a while but I'm not sure if I'd have coped so well without the momentary bond it helped create through group texts and phone calls with so many different people with one thing in common...love and respect for this spectacular man xxx

After a heavy duty week at Auckland Hospital with my brave and tough-as-guts father and tears threatening I could feel K Rd beckoning me for some mind diverting retail therapy. Silk top $11 and Leather bolero jacket $15. Just the medicine!