The Busker

A busker in Invercargill.

Home at last!

The funeral for Mario's father went for close to two hours. It was a lovely service, with photos playing on a big screen while people gave speeches. There was also some videos of Mario’s parents, which was really nice.

The internment was today (Friday), and after that we had a drive past the old haunts, and then headed home via The Catlins. I'll upload today's blip tomorrow, and catch up on journals. It's late, and I need to sleep.

It's been a hectic 48 hours.