“How is it going at Ihumatao? Oh, I am starting to shit a brick mam! Those Mowree’s are starting to get traction & they’ve all bn bloody behaving! Its a shame about modern technology these days, phones that can take pictures & everything. In the old days, we’d just shoot them!”
“Oh, how are your Mowrees? They’re just fine mam. When they get restless I just take something of value to them, from them. It causes some of them inconvenience when they go to prison, but hey, they’re use to it. Que sera…”
Is that the cloak I wore in 1954, on my first visit to New Zealand?
“How is it going at Ihumatao? Oh, I am starting to shit a brick mam! Those Mowree’s are starting to get traction & they’ve all bn bloody behaving! Its a shame about modern technology these days, phones that can take pictures & everything. In the old days, we’d just shoot them!”
“Oh, how are your Mowrees? They’re just fine mam. When they get restless I just take something of value to them, from them. It causes some of them inconvenience when they go to prison, but hey, they’re use to it. Que sera…”
Is that the cloak I wore in 1954, on my first visit to New Zealand?
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