Normality resumes this week with the return to school for all the kids and the return to work for all of us big kids lucky enough to have time off during the school holidays.
For us, we've returned to an absolute shambles. Turns out the place really does fall apart without us. Okay, it was going to fall apart whether we were there or not and it's not like our building has collapsed to the ground or anything but there are very few walls holding the roof up at this current point in time.
The building that houses our studio and office on the corner of Dalton and Dickens streets Napier is undergoing some major renovations. The whole place is a construction zone, the only people left working there is us and the only places left untouched are our studio and the boy's toilet, which Sarah has to share with a bunch of boys; demolition and building boys at that. While the rest of our workmates are living the luxurious life in a shared office down the street, we dedicated to soldier on in our strange environment where the studio now houses not only all of our broadcasting equipment, but also the photocopier, fridge, microwave, toaster and jug.
Due to a small electrical issue, there is no longer any power to the rest of the building and we make our way up the stairs and through our specially built tunnel in the mornings via torchlight. Just like camping. Minus the fun.
The lovely demo guys have provided us with some very attractive high-vis vests to wear when we make our way through the chaos to the toilet. Martin was most displeased as they have provided him with a 2XL (which Sarah finds hilarious), while Sarah loves her Medium and likes to wear it at all times, even though Martin has pointed out to her several times that sitting in a chair and talking does not require safety gear.
