Protected: Yesterday's meeting

Bright and early on Sunday morning, Father Outlaw walked up to the campervan hire place (which is conveniently close to our place – sometimes the advantages of living near the airport really do outweigh the disadvantages (like being woken in the middle of the night by the rumble of the huge Starlifter plane taking off…

I just had a phone call from the boss to tell me my leave for April has been approved. London (and everywhere else) here I come!!!

I’ve been back from Wellington for three days, and so far I’ve failed miserably with my attempts to catch up with sleep, reading friends’ diaries, and writing my own. Maybe at the weekend… I have managed (just!) to finish making release notes on all the books I released in Wellington though. A long slow process…

I’m on holiday! I have been hanging out for this break for so long! Of course, it’s not exactly going to be a restful time, what with the convention and all, but who cares, it’s going to be fun 🙂 (and they say a change is as good as a rest…) My holiday actually started…

(Actually, at my first primary school we used to call it “tig” rather than “tag” – hmm, the great NZE vowel shift in action? (although that would be more likely to produce “teg”)) Anyway, the game as updated for the 21st century, and with its vowel duely restored, is this: Name 5 of life’s simple…

Despite the late night the night before, none of us could really sleep, so we were all up pretty early Friday morning. After a leisurely breakfast of hot cross buns, and some juggling of the shower rota (we quickly discovered that our hot water cylinder only contains enough hot water for two and a half…