Did I mention we were going to Rarotonga?
In fact we’re in the Air NZ lounge right now, sharing with a large contingent of burly young men wearing Highlanders kit. They are off to Australia in search of game time, whereas we are just in search of warmth. Here are some photos to explain our decision making.
Our trip was a spur of the moment one when Simon was asked to take some leave by his practice, allegedly because they are currently overdoctored. They aren’t getting any of their usual seasonal coughs and colds so far this year, so the GPS are sitting around twiddling their thumbs. The hardest part about getting ready to travel at such short notice was finding somewhere for the dogs to be looked after. Their usual kennels closed in mysterious circumstances after Easter. We found somewhere not too outrageously expensive and Simon dropped them off there yesterday morning. In the afternoon this is the email we got sent:
This is the most praise I’ve had about any living creature under my care in my life. Certainly none of my daughters have generated this degree of excitement. Of course, I’m paying her for it, but still. I’m sure she’s being impartially honest.