s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

Last night was the yearly thank-you party for Civil Defense, Rural Fire and Urban Search & Rescue volunteers. I think a MP spoke and thanked people for help during the floods 2 years ago (which hit her home, making it all very personal), but the venue was so noisy I could only hear one word in 10 she was saying even though I was only 4 meters away.

Chatting with Jock, the head of the Rural Fire Service, is always a hoot. That is if you find stories of the destructive power of fire amusing. Tales of how “you can tell the fire is hot when your ear-lobes melt.” Yummy.

On the way out I got a free little gift bag. Within was a beanie (knit cap) with the Wellington City Council and Civil Denefse logos, and a towel. A nice little travel-towel in its own little sack. It made me think of Douglas Adams and the necessity in an emergency of always knowing where your towel is. Was this some vieled geek-humor, or did they just score a pile of cheap towels and thought they would make a good gift? Maybe one day I will find out.