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Polly Gillespie, Wellington (2025)

24/07/2025

Oh no. I feel I just went on a few dates with a man who thinks the earth is flat, and whose ‘friend’ believes in an alien invasion. It would make sense if it was via a dating app… but no. I met him at a concert!Honestly he seemed normal. Oke fe fe!

My next book? No one will believe it. “Men Ive met. 50 Shades of Wrong.”

To be fair though, I feel I may draw in the crazy and confused. Simply for the chance to impart embarrassing stories for your amusement.

Life is a series of funny, sad, and nonsensical happenings. I tell you everything. You are welcome.

What was the weirdest date you ever went on?

Might I add…I have been on a lot that may well be weirder! The fire dancer with an ice cream allergy. A movie star who smoked pot. A chess master who got us thrown out of an ice cream parlour… but please share!!!

21/07/2025

I have no problem with wealth..

I heard a quote recently that it’s better to be miserable in a Porsche and than a beat up Honda Civic. I’m not sure I entirely agree. I’ve been happier, at times, in an old Vitz and Han in a shiny new Mercedes SLK, but I understand the sentiment.

I’ve just popped up. You see I went down a rabblt hole. A golden, velvet lined, bejewelled boujee rabbit hole. After a great weekend that included watching the All Blacks with the whanau at Grant and Lisa’s house. (I am so lucky to have a warm relationship with my ex husband and his wonderful wife.) Yesterday my son took me to see the new Superman movie. I loved it, despite sitting next to a guy who must have been high. He laughed hysterically through the entire movie. To be clear, not my son. The lad on the other side. At one stage I desperately wanted to throw peanut M&M’s at him, or shove an entire box of popcorn down his gob, but I remained restrained. This past weekend I also met a man for coffee. A man who proudly told me he was on the NBR rich list. In the words of Shania Twain,

‘That don’t impress-a-me much.’

After enduring a monologue about his incredible success, I escaped and fled to another important ‘imaginary’ appointment. Back when I was young, I’d make my escape out of a pub bathroom window. I’m not quite as athletic these days. This morning I decided to do a light google stalk of the supposed rich lister. This is how this ‘Alice’ found herself tumbling down the diamond studded rabbit hole. I didn’t find the said ‘rich guy’, but I did discover all kinds of interesting facts. One being that the 2025 Rich List profiled 119 Kiwi individuals and families with a total valuation of $102.1b, up from $95.55b last year. (Courtesy of an article on The NZ Herald website) That’s a lot of money! (Understatement of the century.) So up about 6 and a half billion from last year huh? I get excited at the thought of winning $6mil on Lotto, but then again I don’t buy a ticket because I need the $18 for dog food. (True story.)

I am not a member of the tall poppy brigade. If people earn fortunes ethically then good on them. I haven’t an ounce of business sense, but I do admire it in others. I suppose what makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, and perhaps more than a smidge sad, is that most of our forebears of every race sailed and paddled our way here to find a society that lacked a feudal cast system. Fleeing the rules of nobility that imprisoned them, or the impossible task of rising above their station. Refugees of whatever stifled them. Now we seem to be back in a place where it’s happening all over again.

It’s important I clarify that I respect and acknowledge that for Maori this has been blatantly apparent since colonialism. It’s a wicked,unjust, and terrible history in and of itself.

Now in 2025 here we all are. No longer the imagined egalitarian society.

It has not ever been fair or just for the people who first arrived in Aotearoa. For the rest of us, the children of immigrants, it’s just so far now from the dream of a classless new world.

I celebrate other people success. I don’t resent anyone their fortune, but it’s becoming harder to watch as folk stumble, jobs are lost, businesses close, prices alarm, primary health care is being bought out by overseas interests, mortgages are crippling, thousands of citizen are crossing the ditch, and dozens and dozens, sometimes hundreds of unemployed people apply for every single job advertised.

I managed to scramble back up the rabbit hole, using rubies and gold bars as footholds. Back to my pile of bills and sink load of dishes. I’m OK. I’m safe, but now imagining what I’d do with a billion dollars. A billion dollars! I’d probably roll about in it for a bit.

I’m left wondering how big a room I’d need to stuff it with $50 notes and roll about. Perhaps I will Google that. I bet I’m not the first to ask!

18/07/2025

I’m just saying…..

11/07/2025

I googled ( Who were we before Google) I googled ‘What countries have the fairest paid nurses’ I then looked at several sources, and surprise! We don’t make the top 30. Our Minister of Health says he’s disappointed our nurses want to strike over unsafe staffing levels. Shame. Shame on you. Why when nurses are literally holding this country together, are they expected to work like slaves? It’s not on. I don’t know, because I’m not a nurse, and I’d be a lousy one, but if somehow this is an example of ancient rhetoric. A belief that care givers should be grateful for doing ‘the lords work’. It feels to me that there is some archaic mentality that dates back to WW1 and WW2. That somehow nursing is not a profession, but a calling. It’s not right. Nursing is a gruelling job. Now in 2025 it’s even more intense and demanding. So you Mr. Health minister are disappointed in our nurses? Say again? How about you do a 12 hour shift with not enough staff, illness, grief, and danger in your face. PLUS the opportunity to be treated more fairly in almost every other country in the western world. Or perhaps just drive off to your holiday home. Off you go in your ministerial car, to your ministerial lodgings.

Go you nurses! It’s not 1915. It’s not 1943. It’s an undervalued and underpaid profession that deserves respect, remuneration, and safe staffing levels. I hear you!

( With thanks to Chris Lynch Newsroom for use of image.)

10/07/2025

Yes I admit it. “My name is Polly, and I’m a genealogy freak.”

I was researching the name ‘Reichert’. Apparently I have a great great great great grandfather who is, or was, a U.S congressman. Interesting-ish. Naturally this lead me down the garden path to ‘Rabbithole Valley! Too late to turn back. You see this is what ‘rabbit holing’ is all about. You look at your friend’s holiday in Raro, and eventually end up looking at the wedding pictures of someone you have never met in Canada. Don’t you hate that? You just have to pray you didn’t press ‘like’.

Well somehow I ended up down a random hole and finding the list of the rarest surnames in the English speaking world. No idea how or why. I’m fairly sure Reichert is perfectly common. It’s German for Richard, and means ‘hard work’. And as most men that know me will agree, indeed I am. Perhaps I should change my name to,

Polly Hardwork.

Never to be confused with ‘Polly Hardworker.’ That would just encourage too many expectations right?

And now folks. The list. If you had to take one of these incredibly rare last names, what would you pick? I’m going with:

‘Relish’

I toyed with ‘Miracle’ but ‘Polly Miracle’ sounds like an all purpose cleaner. Mind you, ‘Polly Relish’, sounds a bit like a chutney. Go on then. Pick a last name!

10/07/2025

In a tough old world at the moment, there are still kind hearts when you need them most!! ❤️

07/07/2025

“It was a dark and stormy night…”

Followed by a dark and stormy morning. Or just another day in this bleak Wellington Winter. One day last week I found myself with absolutely no way of knowing what time it was. To find out the time I would actually have to get in my car and drive to ‘anywhere’ that had a clock.

This story sounds cross between Alice in Wonderland, and some random horror/ sci-fi movie. The real horror of the story is it’s true, and made me realise how dependent I am on technology. Perhaps also reinforced what fruit loop I remain.

I woke up after having a late night with friends. I had somehow while out - on a school night no less- lost my very expensive glasses. Not at all ideal, as ironically I need my glasses to find my glasses. As I sat in bed trying to mentally retrace my steps, I felt a large wet spot on my duvet. (Stop it. I was alone) As I turned my head I realised to my horror that I had fallen asleep with a glass of water in my hand . While catching up with MasterChef on demand on my laptop.

On that. Does anyone else find Laura profoundly irritating?

I digress. This was about to turn in to a cluster of irritating mini disasters. So now I have no glasses, a wet bed, a laptop that had been in the path of the water, and well, it continues to get trickier. The means by which I charge my phone is not entirely ideal. I charge my IPhone via a charger plugged in to my lap top. I did own many ‘regular’ chargers, but I believe them all to be pilfered by my children. I check my phone, and of course the battery is dead.

Hmmmmm…..

No glasses, fried laptop, dead phone, and no wall clock. I did have a wall clock in my bedroom UNTIL that time I accidentally locked a man in my room a few months ago. (Refer to earlier post and relive that humiliation if you must.) To escape and get to his very important meeting, he had to MacGyver his way out using a spoon, and the picture hook from the back of my clock. “Oh happy days!”

Here I am in a wet bed, fried laptop, no glasses, phone battery on zero percent, and wall clock possibly under my bed sans batteries. What is the time? No idea. Can I call someone to ask the time? Not at all. Remember in the olden days when you had a land line? You could actually call a number and it told you the time? Or even call a friend? Those land lines were underrated. Also underrated? Bedroom door handles that don’t fall off and keep hapless men held hostage in your bedroom.

Now at this point of this ludicrous story you might be wondering why I didn’t simply go to my car and check the time. Right. I’ve been meaning to set the time in my car. Presently it’s flashing 12.00pm. What about the microwave or stove? Same. Both happily flashing 12.00pm in my kitchen. Perpetually ‘High Noon’. (Great classic movie by the way.)

It seems like that I choose to live in a fantasy world where I have my life together, and conduct myself self like an adult, but alas it is but a fantasy and I am Bridget Jones. Great.

How had I become so reliant on technology? So much so that I had clearly I shown it little respect? Maybe, just maybe, this was the peculiar scenario I needed to find myself in a predicament so silly that I’d simply have to sort my life out.

I showered. I got dressed. I drove to the gas station. I bought a proper phone charger. I made an appointment to get new glasses. I visited a laptop repair store, where I was told my laptop had gone to cyber heaven. I’m still looking for my wall clock. I WILL adjust the clocks on my microwave, oven, and in my car. Or a more likely scenario, get my daughter to do that. I will try not to think about my half written book that accompanied my lap top to the after life. Perhaps it wasn’t worth saving. Like Colin Firths characters manuscript that ended up in the lake in ‘Love Actually.’ I do think it was pretty darn good though. Bu**er. As for the bedroom door handle? No idea! Who do I phone? ‘Knobs Are Us’?

25/06/2025

I do NOT live in Murder Bay!

Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away..

It was school pick up time and a I was standing outside Roseanna’s classroom, more than slightly ghastly my underdressed for the cold wind and rain that has plagued Wellington this winter. As I attempted to take shelter behind a large man, also waiting for a child, I realised how creepy I must have seemed to him lurking in his shadow. He moved. Can’t blame him. So as I stood shivering, I so wished I’d taken my mother’s advice to always take a coat. It got me thinking.

“I wish it was summer. I wish I was lying on a beach in Hawaii or Rarotonga. I wish I had the money to travel to Hawaii or Rarotonga. Hmmm I think my passport expired two years ago. Where’s my passport? Who cares. I don’t need one. Duh!”

As the children began to poor out of class a friend approached me as she was racing off to swimming lessons with her girls. “Hmmmm I thought…swimming…beach…Hawaii. Oh stop it Polly.”

While she was scurrying past she called out,

“What about the body they found in your neighbours garden?”

Say what?

“Sorry. The what? Where?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. Thought you might have taken the dog for a walk to see what was going on. All the police cars and crime scene tape! Look it up on Stuff!” The girls tugged on her coat (She was smart. She listened to her mother. She had a coat) and she scurried down the hill.

Getting home I immediately, after defrosting my icy cold fingers, checked for the story. God lord! It was true. Human remains discovered as a new neighbour was gardening. Several things crossed my mind,

“How diabolical. How strange. How sad. This is awful. I wonder if loved ones have been left hooeful, worrying and grieving for a very long time.’

Then a little too quickly for moral comfort, I thought,

“Yikes. Not ideal for property values in the hood.”

Then,

“Quite a cunning plan. The property included an area of the local community gardens. Not a bad idea. I see what you did there murder suspect.”

And then,

23/06/2025

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19/06/2025

Just back from nice date, and turned on TV to watch Britains Got Talent. Reminded me…hahahaha…the time Simon Cowell asked me to be his s*x phone girl. Hahahaha. My reply was, “Oh no! I’m married!” Now I wonder how much he would have paid! 😆

18/06/2025

My funny little moko turning 3 today, along with 4 other wonderful friends. (Including my mum and Granty.) His dad is from Northern Ireland. So I only understand half of what he’s saying .😆 He’s a wee tricky monsty,and I adore him. He’s put most of my spoons down my heater. He’s caused carnage at Bunnings. He used my egg be**er as a machine gun. He eats his weight in bananas. He hides my remote control, and gives me the best cuddles. “Happy Birthday Malone!” I absolutely adore you!! 💙☘️💙☘️

16/06/2025

I met a man today

I was walking to Roseanna’s school for her ‘student lead progress presentation ’. What we used to call parent teacher interviews. On my way I met a smiling young man with a gorgeous wire haired Jack Russell Terrier. I stopped to say hello to the doggy and the lovely fresh faced smiling lad. He was so very friendly and sweet. The dog even more so. We fiscussed what a fun and wonderful breed the Jack Russel is. As we were parting he said to me,

“We are living in my car at the moment. I don’t want any money, but do you have any food?”

I didn’t. I didn’t have any money or food. I explained to him that I was also struggling a little at the moment, and that last night I rifled through my pockets to buy some milk. I felt awful though. He was such a sweetheart. He didn’t mind at all though. In fact he told me of a place with free sandwiches. Bless his warm heart.

On my way back from the school meeting I ran in to him again. He had a paper bag of food and some soup. I smiled and said,

“Oh you have food! I’m so happy!” And then he surprised me..

“Would you like a muffin? Or some of my food?” He asked with a beautiful genuine smile.

I choked back tears. “Oh thank you so much, but I will be just fine. You and your buddy enjoy your food!”

It’s easy to believe that everyone living rough or tough, are wanting a money hand out for booze or another drug of choice, but there’s are also a huge number of folk who have fallen on hard times. Good people having a bad time, in a world that is getting more and more expensive. Where jobs are scarce for many.

So I had one day when my account was barren. (End of bill paying frenzy) I’m OK and I’m safe. I’m not living in my car, and if I was living in my car and hungry, would I be so generous and share my food with a total stranger?

And to the kind human, or humans, who supplied this young man with a bag of food for him and his doggy buddy. You are a saint. May good karma bring you so many blessings. Well done! Beautiful work.

(Reminded me of this poem by A.A Milne that I memorised as a little girl. )

Puppy And I..

I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
"Where are you going to, Man?" I said
(I said to the Man as he went by).
"Down to the village, to get some bread.
Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met a horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
"Where are you going to, Horse, today?"
(I said to the Horse as he went by).
"Down to the village to get some hay.
Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
"Where are you going to, Woman, so early?"
(I said to the Woman as she went by).
"Down to the village to get some barley.
Will you come with me?" "No, not I."

I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
"Where are you going in your brown fur coats?"
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by).
"Down to the village to get some oats.
Will you come with us?" "No, not I."

I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
"Where are you going this nice fine day?"
(I said to the Puppy as he went by).
"Up to the hills to roll and play."
"I'll come with you, Puppy," said I.

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