This time next week…

I’d left for work by the time Moem and Rubberchicken departed for their bike tour, but Lytteltonwitch was here to see them off, and grabbed my camera to take a few photos of the departing adventurers (complete with clogs, which are of course essential equipment for any biking holiday):

Wow, where to start? This is all very exciting, and I’m still in shock. As you probably know, Christchurch is hosting the World Bookcrossing Convention in April 2009, and I’m one of the organisers. In 2008, the convention will be in London, and we’ve been trying to come up with ideas for promoting the 2009…

Most driving times charts will tell you that you can drive from Christchurch to Picton in 4 or 5 hours. Maybe allow 6 for breakdowns or if you want to stop for lunch. But they don’t take into account having three bookcrossers in the car, two of whom are also geocachers. We were up bright…

The predicted hot weather sort of arrived, except it was under a blanket of low cloud, so it’s been horrible and muggy again all day. I hate muggy weather – it’s so draining. Oh well, it’s starting to look rather stormy out there now, and the wind’s come up, so with any luck we’ll have…

Last night I suggested to MrPloppy that we should go to Trattorie for breakfast this morning, so I could drop off the books rarsberry and the others had left her on Christmas Eve in the OCZ (I don’t like visiting the OCZ without eating in the cafe – seeing as it’s a place of business…

I’m in San Francisco, and contrary to predictions, California hasn’t slid into the sea yet. Having a fantastic time (of course) and lots of laughs (even more of course) and loving America to bits. I’ve only got a few minutes (I’ve borrowed Skyring’s laptop while he’s off sorting out the car) so I won’t go…