It’s been another of those fortnights this week and the one before that and the one before that:
Monday: Home – Oamaru (sorting books for Rotary book fair) – home.
Tuesday: home – Dunedin – home.
Wednesday: home – Wanaka.
Thursday: Wanaka – Queenstown – Wanaka.
Friday: Wanaka – Millers Flat – Wanaka.
Saturday: Wanaka – home.
Sunday: home – Dunedin – home.
Monday home – Oamaru – home.
Tuesday: home – Dunedin – Wanaka.
Wednesday: Wanaka – Queenstown.
Thursday: Queenstown – home.
Friday: home – Christchurch (for National Party Mainland conference which I co-chaired on Saturday and Sunday).
Sunday: Christchurch – home.
Monday: home – Oamaru (more book sorting) – home – Wanaka.
Tuesday: Wanaka – Invercargill – Riverton (didn’t spot Mr Guyton) – Otahuti – home.
Wednesday: home – Christchurch – Wellington.
Friday: Wellington – Auckland.
Sunday: Auckland – Christchurch – home.
Memo to self: staying in the bar chatting until 1am, after a National Party Northern Regional convention dinner, even when not drinking, isn’t a good idea when you have to fly back to the Mainland then drive for 3 1/2 hours the next day.
I got home an hour ago and am about to take myself to bed with the book I started reading in the plane – Joy Cowley’s Silent One.