So, it’s been 3 weeks since returning from New Zealand.
Add a super long weekend to after that.
Then
A birthday shindig.
And you get 5 weeks of good times – memorable at the very least.
I’m not going to bother with a NZ write up, a whole post of “and then’s” isn’t going to be any fun to read so I’ll leave you with a one word description about NZ, simply and truthfully “breathtaking”.
Back to the rat race and some form of normality, maybe.
Perhaps it’s about time to roll up my sleeves and get that place in Ashfield.
Damn I’m lazy.