We are going away for the weekend, to catch up with some old friends from med school.
We are going to Hawkes Bay but have somehow taken an inexplicable left turn and ended up in Palmerston North for the night. This is a mistake that I would not want to repeat. I was actually born here, but left at age three and it seems the subsequent decades haven’t made the place any livelier or harder to leave (with apologies to friends who have made a life here against the odds – good on you!)
The hardest part of going away for the weekend is putting the dogs into a boarding kennel. I called it a holiday camp but I don’t think they were fooled. The look of panicked reproach when I handed them over to the courtesy shuttle driver today will stay with me for a long time. I hope they are settling in OK! I hope they make friends! Sending our daughters off to uni was much easier. If only our dog sitter wasn’t such a disaster.