Dazed and Confused

It was that sort of day. Out for big walk this morning as the sun was shining but it was a bit puffy. The Bossess was going to Wellington this afternoon but when we got bark from the walk (and this shot) (on the fruit thingie) She was rushing around in circles (I often do this and it is kinda fun) and as The Boss started to eat his lunch (NOTE his) her fruitphone rang and within minutes they were GONE, complete with HIS and HER lunch in plastic bags. HIS drink poured into a bottle, into Das Auto and GONE. Well what would you do? Yap I did, I hopped into my bed and ZZZed. They had gone to Cromwell. Errr …Wot happened to poor old Wellington you say…Right…WELL it appears that the phone call advised that it was seriously doubtful that any pilot in his or her (this is an equal opportunity site) right mind to say nothing of regulations and stuff, was going to fly in or out of Queenstown ( the preferred departure) in the conditions that were rapidly developing and her travelling associate had made the call that they were going to fly out of Dunedin in a Jet rather than Queenstown in a wind up job as jets were more reliable in dodgy weather and as this was a very tight thing they would meet at Cromwell and change to her car and head for Dunedin at warp factor 6.5.01
About now I was getting the feeling that this was a ‘not to be missed’ meeting, a bit like my grub…Right?
Well We did and She did so They did and everyone lived happily ever after and The Boss did come bark and I had T and so did he and we played Footie and did Blip (this) and tomoro is another day with doubtful weather again. Phew!!!
I hope he has something quieter planned for tonight.
big Daze?
Paw Script...I met a fellow countryman today...Yap from Ireland (to be sure) and his partner from Aus. They seemed nice folk and smelt grrreat.