It’s the kind of place you drive past thinking “Gosh that looks cosy, I must try it out sometime”, a sort of incessantly busy hubbub of italiano tucked away on Symonds St. And if you’re looking for busy, Gina’s doesn’t disappoint, teeming with people even on the Monday night my family and I went. We rang earlier in the day to book, and also let them know about my wheelchair, they reassured us that it’d be “no problem”. No problem

I got dragged along to the Auckland museum the other day. I didn’t expect much, and I got a whole lot less. I think you can catch the funky new green Link bus from town across Grafton Bridge but, being the little troopers we are, we walked. Walking past the hospital is never much fun, considering the not-so-fond memories I – and I’m sure many of you – have of that gloriously sterile building, but on we strode to the