A photo I took a year and a half ago of shop fronts in Roxburgh. I 'm a sucker for iconic, kiwi decor that reminds me of life in small-town 1950s and '60s ....
As far as I know, Roxburgh still hasn't got an ATM machine. Progress is slow to catch up in some places - thankfully. The poem below is about bank cards and what my daughter once told me she's tempted to say ...
when being asked for credit card details
She always wants to say; Well, let’s see
now. It’s got this shiny bird, I think
it could be a kea. It’s red,
has a distinct dislike
for velcro wallets and likes nothing
better than to slide into an ATM
first thing in the morning.
Kay McKenzie Cooke