OK I know I’ve already said lots about today, these are just extra thoughts on Samoa.

Sunday today, and the locals were singing beautifully during their church service this morning at the resort chapel. No, we didn’t join them but we could hear them as we made our way back to our room after breakfast.

The beach bar.

Including random thoughts.

Writing this in bed, it’s 9 pm but we have abandoned the Super rugby semifinal game that’s being shown in the main dining room as the Crusaders are giving the poor Blues an absolute hiding, at 32 to 3 at half time. Yikes. Glad I’m not at the game, not least because it’s 9 degrees… Continue reading Samoa day 2

Up at 4 am to catch the red eye, only for it to be delayed by 40 minutes which saw me anxiously googling alternative means of getting to Samoa if we missed the connection for our flight in Auckland.

Just clearing out my bag of all the French Film Festival tickets that I’ve accumulated over the last week.

Thinking of the old phrase

I think somewhere in these theatres

I popped into theatre the other day to see a colleague, and the surgeon said to me that in my college approved cloth cap I bore a close resemblance to Mother Teresa.