Elizabeth came today for Archie. She's been looking after a friend's dog, Woody, for more than a week now, and couldn't wait to get back to her favourite - Archie.

This worked out very well, because I had to go for an MRI in the afternoon. Out in the wop-wops (a Kiwi term), which meant driving there. All good. Er, except that I'm not supposed to drive. I mentioned to the doctor the other day that I've had a couple of dizzy spells. 
'When?'
'Well, the first one was two Christmases ago, and then a month or so ago.' 
'Well, you shouldn't be driving!'

Truth be told, I don't drive much at all nowadays. Except when I need to...
So... JR had to drive me and wait for me. SNOW everywhere! 

The procedure itself only takes about 20 minutes. In fact, it's the least intrusive procedure you can have  - NO prodding, NO injections, NO stripping off. It was in the mobile unit which travels around the country. The young chap came out to talk to me: Did I have any metal in my head? No. Did I have any tattoos? No. I didn't bother asking why they ask this - I know. It's because if you had a tattoo done in, say, a backstreet in some sleazy part of some sleazy town, while on holiday, after a drunken night out, they might have used bad ink with metal in it. EEK!

The chap was from the Philippines, just been here a few weeks, and was finding it very COLD. He'd never seen snow before.

Back home and JR popped off to the supermarket. When Elizabeth came back with Archie, we celebrated her birthday, which we actually forgot at the weekend. So some nice nibbles were produced, and Elizabeth had brought a bottle of bubbly. Perfect.

I was quite pleased with this shot, as the sqizzer was away high up in a tree, but the new zoom lens caught him.