Thursday, 17 December 2009

Just pretend you don't know Bruce.

DEAR SPOOK, so you went to the pub on your last night in Wanaka. No surprises there. And after a last run up Mt Iron and a good scan of your hunting ground of the last 14 months, you will meet Hugh McPhee in Queenstown Airport for a last drink. And then Kevin is picking you up from Auckland Airport to go to his house for a bbq and meet up with Dylan. (3.5hrs is not a lot of time!) And Bruce Willis will meet you at the airport in LA. I'd watch that one as bad things happen when he turns up at airports.
Your children are not so fond of the social life as you are. They have both declined to go to their school disco. I think Finn was put off by all the orange skinned 12 year old girls that turned up at school today. He is bemused by the concept of the fake tan. Especially when it looks like that. Meg has never liked the disco so she and Amy got out a DVD and had a girls night in. Finn had a boys night in at Griegs house.
I attempted the christmas shopping but didn't get on too well. I did accumulate a couple of bags and as I ran up the street, 3 different people we knew smiled and said "just getting some last bits and pieces?". If only! The street was pretty quiet. I suppose everyone else has iether done their shoppng or is doing it in Inverness or Glasgow. So they missed the handsome Peruvian men playing the pan pipes and adding some exotic cheer to the day. I cant think that they would get a flight home from the proceeds of a busk in Fort William.
Now for goodness sake don't miss those flights. I will miss you when you are in the skies.
xxx

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