You know something? When Wellington turns on a good day, it really is a wonderful place to be. And although it might have taken me almost ten years to admit, I think the scant number of good days really do make up for the numerous bad days.
Yesterday started out in rain and freezing cold. And ended in a glorious night for Guy Fawkes.
Mike had a social function after work, so at 8.45pm I texted him to see if he really did want a lift home because I was almost asleep. He said yes, so I shouted out to Toby that I was off and would be back within 30 minutes and it was time for his going to be routine. Including a bath.
Off I went. Collected Mike. Fortunately had to drop a colleague off at his place, which meant we didn't go to collect my bike from town and spend a wee while there.
Because, when I got back, Toby was on the couch upstairs still fully clothed, enjoying the fireworks around the place. I casually mentioned why he didn't have a bath. Well, he looked at me with fear in his eyes and ran down the stairs so fast! Mike followed right on his heels.
Yes. We spent a lot of time getting all our towels and clearing out the spare room of furniture. The dehumidifier is on. We'll see how it looks tonight.
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| Wellington on Thursday morning |
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| Replacement Serge |
Right. Time to get started. Weekend looks good. Bit busy.\
Love,
Angela
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