Leaving.....

There’s the plane top left but we didn’t actually get on one for a few hours and The Boss was not suitably attired to go anywhere except the shower….Right. Information overload!

So I guess I will be retiring for a bit as big T returns to the editors desk and The Boss returns to lawns, leaves, and a sea of Campervans obscuring the lakefront.  Funnily enough Wellington also has tourists but they blend in and generally consist of elder couples downtown clutching a map of Wellington and being delighted when The Boss says hullo and offers to direct them to TePapa or the War Memorial. Wellington is a Tour Boat centre and there sure are some biggies. 

I had a wee thrill this morning when a really nice Air NZ bloke ( actually they are all really nice) noticed me on the Boss’s camera pak  and mentioned it to The Boss as he thought I looked like I was falling off. On closer inspection he found that I was very secure thank you but they had a grrreat chat about me and how old I was.

The Boss is going to talk to The Bossess as he couldn’t find my Birth Certificate.

Tiny