We are optimistically booked to ride the train down to Wellington in the first week of December. Our friends Judy and Zeke are having a big wedding anniversary.
I get the feeling they’ll be having it without us.
Going nowhere fast.
More Issues
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What winning looks like -
It was Rear-Admiral Penk, in the kitchen, with a text message -
Just Let Me Get On With ItThe world is full of impatient people, drumming their fingers in irritation tap tap tap on the table, tap tap tap on their steering wheel tap sighing loudly at the inconvenience of all the stupid people holding them up, even if only for a moment. Just let me do what -
Ask Uncle DaveThe battle is half won by just keeping going -
Diary of the last 36 hoursWhat I saw at the stunted spill