Blogger crime

OK I freely admit I have been terrible at updating this recently. My excuse? Well I have been loving life too much to even remember I have a blog. Sorry about that.
In a nutshell/bulleted lazy person list here is what has been happening...
*Loving Nelson
*Getting drunk with new friends
*Competing in the local pub quiz (as yet no fingers capone or rugby player karaoke moments)
*Loving my new job and being made trainee manager. Cheerio that horrible I have to go to work feeling.
*Realising I am the happiest I have ever been.
*Watching the Nelson masked parade and actually missing Nigeria. No one does ass shaking like they do.
*Walking everywhere with a bounce in my step.
*Getting confused by the constant changing time difference, clocks stop changing already.
*Realising I haven't picked the best place to find a beautiful maori rugby playing husband, then remembering Jerome Kaino is married already.
*Lounging on the beach burning the back of my knees.
*Drinking awesome local wine. Ha.
*Missing good cheese.  Boo.
*Thanking the inventors of the tinterweb and skype (again)
*Enjoying how chilled/happy people are here.
*Working out how I can stay here beyond a working holiday visa and getting my family to move here. One visit should do it.

Gert lush

Life is pretty darn good at the moment. In the last two weeks I have found a place I love, scored a top job and have a new home. Sunny Nelson is beautiful and I don't want to leave!

I started my stay here at a cute little hostel called Shortbread Cottage. Every day the shortbread elves would leave a piece of shortbread on your bed which was nice. I suspect that the shortbread elves were in fact the nice Japanese girls who were working at the hostel. I taught them some English whilst I was there in a language lesson of sorts. They learnt the very useful words weasel and owl.

Whilst it was lovely at the hostel and I was being helpful teaching English, I'd reached my fill of shared rooms and so was only too happy to move on once I got myself a job. The delights of having your own room are appreciated all the more after a time of observing the slightly tiring unwritten hostel etiquette rules or getting pissed off at those that don't. What a joy to know random people aren't going to wake you up at all hours or being able to come in and turn the light on. Although I am pretty good at moving around, locating items and getting dressed in the dark now. Not so good that I didn't notice my top was on inside out one time though. It happens to us all! 

So I not only love my new room because I can get dressed with the light on and avoid embarrassing inside out moments but also because this is my view..... 

This picture doesn't do it justice, it is hands down the most beautiful place I have ever lived. I get lulled to sleep by the sound of the river and have taken to flinging my curtains back with joy in the morning. I don't think I ever did that in Gateshead, although to be fair I had blinds so I would have had to wind them excessively fast to get the same effect. My new housemates are awesome, the third room was filled last night and we ended up sat round the kitchen table drinking wine/beer/cider and playing increasingly complicated card games until the wee hours. Maybe the drink had something to do with the complicatedness. 

So finally my new job, I'm working at Lush. I love it. It's like my dream job, working in a happy, glittery, beautiful environment with happy, glittery (perk/hazard of the job) people. I do worry I will spend all my wages on products however. Moderation Kasia, that's the key. 

So life is pretty darn good, or gert lush as they say back in my neck of the woods. I'm sure that I can make it catch on in my new neck of the woods too. Stay tuned for tales of Nelson life, maybe I should rename the blog Kasia's Nelson Column? 

5 swishes

Cooking pool - swishes vary

Welcome

The meeting house

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Bit of a mouthful - wh is actually a fa sound

Champers darling?

The Champagne Pool at Wai-O-Tapu

No smoke without fire?

Artist's Palette