Hey, Grey Day
The view from my window isn't that flash today. It's dull, and cloudy, and fog/mist/rain has managed to obscure from view several unnamed suburbs of Auckland.
Well, they're not actually nameless (that would be hard on the posties), but I've not yet taken it upon myself to learn their names.
I've never been one for geography. I lived in Christchurch for several years without coming to grips with which inconsequential suburb was west and which was south.
Perhaps it stems from my non-driving - I trust the taxi or bus driver knows where they're going, and don't worry myself with the details. Or perhaps it stems from being the centre of my own little world, untroubled by those on the outskirts...