Tower

Well no it’s not. It is the Hotel Intercontinental, caught in a moments sun this morning while The Boss was waiting on The Bossess to appear from a meeting so we could all go home.
The Boss however liked the synergy with the sign and the light on the gold windows so took liberties. 
It was a complicated business coming home as we travelled by jet to Christchurch in 30 minutes and then bumped our way to Queenstown on a Prop ATR for 60 minutes , dropped off a friend at her Queenstown home and went to Cromwell to get big T who was monetarily pleased to see us and then flaked out as she does after a stay at THC and as I supervise this, is out cold on the Boss’s studio floor.

It was a Grrrood (a bit like Grrreat) 5 days in Wellitown so at some time expect to see some additional images when he gets organised. I think he (The Boss) is pleased to be home or is it just the Mac Thunderbolt screen or The scrambled eggs.

Earthquake report…..
Blast of music…..Rumble of drums…Cut to the announcer with a serious face.
“ In breaking news…Nothing broke”

2 small ornaments fell over and it could have been The Boss dusting except he doesn’t…. ever…. that I can remember…do…this.
    

TT signing off to be replaced with the real thing when she wakes up.