Waitangi Day Wellington. The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day full of promise. We plan to go swimming, and maybe watch some kapahaka down at Waitangi Park. Then we walk out onto the street to find our front wall blazoned with a single red word of 1 metre high letters: SLAG. It was shocking, to put it mildly. The wall was erected just over a year ago, and has been smugly free of any of the random tags that decorate the neighbourhood from time to time. Until now. So our gorgeous Wellington Waitangi Day has since involved about a hundred dollars worth of graffiti remover spray, a scrubbing brush, a waterblaster, and finally a few buckets worth of new plaster cement. All the while managing the 3 kids in this unheard of heat. The clean up took all day and into the night. Cars have slowed to rubberneck and some even stopped to talk to us. Our neighbours have been particularly awesome, offering condolences, theories of who the culprits are, offers of help and even offers of guard dogs and surveillance in case it happens again tonight. Kind Perry helped out with a scrubbing brush and the waterblaster. Justin and I are still trying to process the act in our heads. Last night was rugby sevens so there are plenty of drunken scamps about, but this particular word and the size of it is indeed puzzling. Not a good look on the domestic scene.
Neighbours comments included:
- “That’s not a tag, that’s malicious!”
- “Excuse me, what is slag?”
- “I must look that up in the dictionary”
- “Perhaps you should plant a creeper”
- “That’s not even a tag, it’s more like a message“
Hopefully not a message for us though, I mean, who’s the slag?