A recent correspondent to this
newspaper, a former emigrant now living in Sydney, noted that
his family felt that a house divided cannot stand - and so we
left New Zealand.
New Zealanders love their
huts, and they love the name for them: less than monosyllabic
in our dialect, it leaps off the glottus so fast that no time
is wasted and we can get down to real business, like lighting
the fire and getting the tea on.
