There’s this thing about being a New Zealander that feels strange to someone like me who wasn’t born here. If I go overseas to another city and mention I’m from New Zealand, people will say, do you know X who lives there? At least half the time I do.

Likewise my late mother-in-law was visiting and travelled to the South Island for a few days where on two occasions she struck up conversations with strangers. When she told them she was visiting Jo and me… both people told her they knew us.