'twas a perfect day in Wanaka. Not a cloud in the sky, nor nasty hot winds to upset anyone. I was behind an exceptionally tall and pretty, pregnant blonde in the post office queue. I recognized her from the cattle station where I had helped at a wedding. A very beautiful place, on the way to Mt Aspiring National Park, and far from the madding crowd. I heard her saying to her companion that she was not long back from 2 weeks in Bali. It had been wonderful and she was "SO not liking being here". It reminded me that it is good to leave a place before I become complacent and don't recognize it's merits any longer. Thankfully, I was still able to enjoy the jewel-like quality of the morning sun shining through the shrubbery across the road as I ate my breakfast at 8.15am in warm sunshine. I was also able to appreciate the six-packs that are beginning to appear, and there was equal number of short frocks to be admired too, for those who like that kind of thing.
Meg has gone to stay at Victoria's tonight and is heading to Christchurch at 6am tomorrow, with Victoria, brother Jack and their Auntie, so that she can support them in their climbing competitions. There will be some shopping done in the big smoke too. I already miss her and feel a little anxious about her away for 4 days. They are coming home on the plane, just the 3 of them, on Monday morning. It better be a good flight. I don't want her refusing to get on the plane to Scotland! Victoria was chatting away about how awful the flight to Queenstown can be and how it sometimes can't land............great.
grateful for;
eh...........Meg getting the chance of a wee adventure??
her mobile phone.
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