I'm home!

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…

(Yeah, I know, I don’t update my diary for a week, and then make three entries in one day. Such is life.) I’ve almost finished the cross-stitch part of my secret project! Just a few more stitches to go to fill in that wee gap down in the bottom left there, and then it’s just…

Yesterday marked the first step towards reopening the CBD, locked behind the red zone cordons since February. Only a very small step in actual space terms, just a couple of blocks, but psychologically a very important one, as those blocks make up Cashel Mall, so badly damaged in the earthquakes that only four or five…

Well, one big worry is out the way now – I had my oral exam for Spanish yesterday morning. It went predictably badly (I always panic in orals, for some reason. I go in knowing tonnes of vocab and grammar, and able to construct wonderfully complex sentences in my head, then they ask the first…