Actually, sumer is on its way out

But there’s no need to be doomy. This morning Betty was halfway through teaching her first Pilates lesson and it was still pitch-black outside. The nip in the air is starting to hang about for morning tea. It’s still brilliantly sunny in the afternoons, but in a crisper sort of way. It puts Betty in mind of this mediaeval song, which reminds her, however illogically, of good things like Morris dancing and strawberries and Professor Marshall Walker.

Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu.
Sing cuccu!

Awe bleteþ after lomb,
lhouþ after calue cu,
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ.
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes þu cuccu.
ne swik þu nauer nu!
Sing cuccu nu, Sing cuccu!

And cuckoos, of course.

Hipy papy picnic

Last weekend Betty’s niece, a formidable child, celebrated her third birthday. As Betty and the husband person were both on the invitation list, they tootled down to Hamilton and went slightly out of town to the Taitua Arboretum, a pleasant arrangement of ponds, fields, forest walks and gazebos. There they met the niece (who is variously known as the Snortlepig, Pig, the Dude, and sometimes by her actual name), the niece’s parents (Smokey the Magnificent and Information Highwayman), two sets of grandparents, a small array of aunts and uncles, and the Pig’s dearest friends, who – apart from the occasional baby – happen to be quite grown up. They gathered next to the pond to share a delightful picnic.


There was cake, made by Smokey the Magnificent and prodigiously up to snuff.



It was nommy. The Pig chased chickens and had a grand old time.

Hipy papy, Pig.

Adjustment Bureau: or, the deus ex machina may have had its day

The movie of the week was Adjustment Bureau, in which Matt Damon and Emily Blunt run hand-in-hand around New York City while hatted men run in pursuit. Betty does not wish to spend undue amounts of time reviewing the movie, which was fun but only shallowly memorable; instead, she will provide a list of film adaptations of the work of Philip K. Dick.

In 1982, “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep” became Blade Runner.

In 1990, “We Can Remember It For You Wholesale” became Total Recall.

In 1992, “Confessions of a Crap Artist” became Confessions d’un Barjo. Pardon the French.

In 1995, “Second Variety” became Screamers.

In 2001, “Impostor” became Impostor.

In 2002, “The Minority Report” became Minority Report.

In 2003, “Paycheck” became Paycheck.

In 2006, “A Scanner Darkly” became A Scanner Darkly.

In 2007, “The Golden Man” became Next.

And this year, “The Adjustment Team” became Adjustment Bureau.

You’re welcome. It had its good points, actually — the hats were sweet.

Things I sometimes miss

And that’s not even Melbourne. It’s the QVB in Sydney. The closest thing we have to a stately mall in Auckland is probably the Queen’s Arcade. We also have the Atrium on Elliot, however. It has a series of coloured lights projected onto the floor, which zoom around from time to time. Once, Betty tripped over one of them. We try not to go there often.