Whizzed around town in a frenzied fashion, careering round roundabouts, pulling into laybys to hug passersby, banging on peoples doors unannounced, and talking fast. One concerning factor was that every cup of tea or coffee made for me was accompanied by such comments as...."what order do I need to put the sugar and milk in?"
"Eh, I just hope I've still got the demerarra"
"If I get this tea wrong, will you be pouring it down the sink?"
I was so happy to drink tea and coffee with people I hadn't expected to see for 2 years, that I really didn't care what went in the cup. I was also very careful that I didn't go back to NZ with folk saying "Aye, she really IS a pain in the arse, isn't she? You can throw the demerara in the bin now, thank goodness"
By 3pm I had burnt out and crawled onto Emmys sofa for a wee sleep by the fireside, to wake refreshed and ready for the next round.
I've had a lovely day - thanks everyone.
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