I caught up with a good friend at the weekend. We hung out for a day and a night and did some work on our future plans by creating vision boards and just ‘chewing the fat’ (conjures up a rather disgusting picture but it’s an expression I learnt when I first came to New Zealand which means ‘talking about random stuff’.
We swam at the beach, at least Maxine did. I got in up to my knees and was about to take the plunge when a young surfer rushed up to me and said he’d seen a shark in the water just where I was standing. Well, as far as I know there has never been a shark attack in New Zealand but I didn’t hang around to find out if he was telling the truth. I was quietly grateful to him actually, because the water was feeling a bit chilly and I can be quite cowardly about that.
Anyway, I digress. Sunday lunchtime came and we had worked up a hunger cutting up pictures out of magazines and talking non-stop. Maxine went out lunch-scouting and came back with coffees and beautiful classy filled criussants. One pastrami with tomato, one chicken with avocado.
‘You can have first pick. Which one do you want’, she asked me. Hmm, I couldn’t decide. Which one was tastier (yum), which one was more fattening (yikes), which one had tomato (yuck)? I couldn’t decide, and, good manners prevailing, didn’t actually want to be the one to choose first. ‘You decide’, I suggested to Maxine. ‘I don’t mind either’ she replied.
That was a bit annoying. Cognitive distortion got the better of me. I can’t stand it when people can’t decide, I thought, blind to the irony of that thinking. We both stood in silence, looking at each other. We had reached an impasse. Then I had a brainwave, a magical flash of insight, intuition and inspiration. The excitement was almost unbearable. Of course, we had been stuck in either-or thinking – either this one or that!
I cut the rolls in two. We had half of each.

