Winter Light

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried

So said some bloke who used to Shake his Spear about a lot according to the Boss. There was a lot of it (discontent) going about this morning as The Bossess got fogged out at Christchurch and had to wait a few hours until rescued by a wonderful Jet plane that could navigate into Queenstown without seeing much. As it transpired the fog was on our side of the hill but she finally arrived much later in the day than expected and we all went walking in the fog for a mini stickathon and Maxi Blipathon, ‘Cos with light like this The Boss was spoiled for choice.

The Boss would like to apologise ‘Cos due to serious distractions the commenting may be a bit sparse for a few days but like Shakespeare “He shall return”…Errrr hang on a bit…That was someone else I think…Errr…Someone from Internal Revenue?...Dr Who?... Oh never mind.

Oh… and The Bossess decided to clean the Cheese box tonite and there was still a bit in it (cheese) so guess where it went????? Now that’s something I would love to return to.

more returns?