Bit of excitement

You'd think I'd know that going to the supermarket on an empty stomach is a bad idea.  But I was lacking a number of basics so I wrote a list of 8 vital items and off I trotted  $120 later I staggered out and only then realised that I am staying on the top floor of a building with no lift.   As one reason for staying here was to get more exercise after lying around feeling sorry for myself for the last couple of weeks, that counts as today's heart lung workout.

We used to stay at a lovely cottage called Floyd Cottage so today's pilgrimage was to see how far south of here it is.  The answer is "about 1000 yards / meters / paces" as I zigzagged and backtracked across the beach to get there.  I enjoyed the gentle stroll back and then faced my arch-nemesis - the 10 digit code to get back into the apartment (apparently Vacasa use 10 digits for all their apartments and I don't recommend it.)  It's easy enough to remember - the first 6 digits are two prime numbers and the last 4 are the last 3 of my Titirangi phone number with a 9 inserted.  You tell that to my sausage-like fingers.  The door lock is at eye level for a dwarf and the buttons are microscopic with no tactile confirmation of having been pressed.  There's no "whoops" button either so if you screw up you have to wait for the lock to get bored and flash a red light at you.

Having tried about a dozen times, I called the help line (full marks to Vacasa for having one) and the guy gave me an alternative code and the codes for the cleaners' lock box, none of which worked.  So he said he'd send someone.  And then, of course, one last try down on my knees pushing the buttons with my car key and the door opened.