Yes, I planted tomatoes. An heirloom tomato and a cherry tomato, surrounded by basil, marigolds and mustard. We shall see.
I went into town to buy a book and passed by the Rally of Hope. Weird to see young children waving ‘We Love Warners’ signs. I picked up a copy of Franzen’s new book Freedom. Verdict after the first hundred pages: it’s a little like a modern version of Answered Prayers; not as well written but, you know, finished.
Tried to see the World Press Photo exhibit but we asked for directions at one of the waterfront sheds and a kindly gentleman told us the exhibit was on at Te Papa at the other end of the waterfront, which was not actually true: but they did have the Brian Brake exhibit, which I recommend highly – and if you like the pictures you can buy reproductions from Te Papa for as little as $1700 dollars. Really.
Thinking about Labour Day I thought of a cunning plan for the National Party: they could have an MP put up a private members bill revoking Labour Day – arguing that it no longer has relevance for the majority of New Zealanders – and replace it with Matariki in the mid-winter, asking the Maori Party to endorse the bill. Wedge issue, baby!