Right now Mum and I are in the middle of shifting house to Napier.
From the motel balcony I can see the town clock.
Through the sliding door, the Oscars are on TV.
The clock tower is lit up like a crazy insect.
The Woolworths barn white and roofless.
The street avoids it.
Lauren Bacall is introducing the good old days.
Luckily, I haven’t missed a thing.