As I idly flipped on Facebook to watch a youtube video I saw a trailer go past advertising a movie called 40 Days.
How much longer would this go on for I had no idea, so I started counting. It didn't look too promising. The movie trailer looked very depressing and overly dramatic. I wasn't sure I was ready for Rangitoto to erupt just yet.
Back to the problems at hand. Are we in May?
Is it my birthday soon?
What will I do for a living?
I watched Slowy outside, still nibbling. It seemed she had gathered a lot of ...feijoas. Although they looked too small to be feijoas. On closer inspection the little fruits were shiny. They were olives!
Olives! I could make olive oil! And we had plenty, because someone had planted them all along the berms/verges of our street so there were at least 100 of them. And each tree had at least 50 ripe olives and they were all falling all over the ground.
OMG.
The oil had not run out after all.
Hallelujah!
