Tomorrow

My brother arrived late-ish last night, having flown to Blenheim, picked up his car and then driven down to Christchurch. It was really nice to see him on his own for a change, so we could have a proper conversation without being interrupted by the kids (much as I love my nephews, and love spending…

We were running a bit late, so littlemave suggested that instead of the others waiting for us, they should set out, and we’d head them off at the pass (for once I could see the value of cellphones!). [And now I illustrate the danger of leaving writing your diary for a couple of weeks, because…

The misty drizzle of the last couple of days turned into heavy rain and a cold southerly yesterday afternoon, so it feels like winter has returned. It even looks a bit like winter, except instead of snow, the ground is covered in pink and white blossom blown off the trees. Walking to work this morning…

Boreal and Mr Boreal are in Christchurch at the moment, so she PMed me on Friday to see if we could arrange a meetup. Sunday night looked like the only possible time, so I contacted the local Bookcrossers, and despite the last minute organisation, we managed to get together a small meetup (me, the boreals,…

I’ll continue with the series of travel journal entries soon (I’m just pasting together some montages of the Grand Canyon), but first a wee pause for today’s news. Not that there’s much, but it’s good to come back to the present occasionally. We’ve just come back from Riccarton, where we almost but not quite bought…