Three Diggers

And a lot of noise.
The central city rings to the sound pile drivers, diggers, trucks, crashing and bashing.
The office shakes all the time from trucks, not earthquakes.

I had to take Frankie into work today owing to the fact that my property is no longer secure (see yesterdays post). I am so lucky to have a dog-friendly boss. Hopefully the fence will fixed soon.

In other news, my boyfriend had his registration plates stolen off his car when he parked outside my place last night. The government minister in charge of the rebuild of Christchurch is being investigated for a dodgy land deal. Christchurch has a long way to go before it stops being a shit place to live.