Whenever I'm nearing the start of a holiday I always break out ( very untunefully) into Cliff Richard's "Summer Holiday". Today, I'm singing, dancing, somersaulting, walking on air because I'm off to Las Vegas next week.
My house-sitting friend from Auckland (plus husband) arrived last night. I doubt if I'll see her much before I leave. This morning she's off to Te Papa (Museum of New Zealand). She has all sorts of adventures planned for the days ahead, including Wellington on a Plate - she'll be scooting here, there, and everywhere, all around the Wellington restaurant and cafe scene.
You won't hear from me for about two and a half weeks. Sorry, but.... wooo-hoooo!!!!