This one afternoon, mum swung by home, and I was just there by myself, and off we went to visit one of the girls who'd just got out of prison, and her baby. Now, this was nothing different or unusual—and then we arrived at the old Onehunga rubbish dump. I was confused—we were visiting a mum and her daughter. We drove through the dump to a working shed out the back. We hopped out of the car, and I can still smell the smell of that dump and remember the confusion, thinking "What are we doing here in this dump?" We knocked on the door, and this mother and her child answered it. We went inside. We sat on the edge of the bed in the shed in the back of the dump, and it was immaculate. What little she had, she took great care of. Mum had the conversation. We left and went home.