Discovering the phrase ‘al desko’ and finding out it’s now in the dictionary.
Busy busy giggles at work.
Miranda isn’t leaving!
Huge lemons. The one on the left is a regular to large size lemon. The other one is massive!
Giggling over wine with women.
Walking home, walking tall, walking proud.
Doing pore strips with my male housemates. One of them had the most disgusting black bits on his.
Deciding that neither of us wants to get married. Ever. And we’re more than happy as we are.
I wore shorts outside for the first time this Spring. The sky was so blue, the air was warm and my legs were free.
Being back in beautiful, if windy, Wellington.
Santino Rice and Michelle Visage arguing about the pronunciation of brocade on RuPaul’s Drag Race.
A lovely last meditation, picturing previous holidays in France.
A Belgium biscuit.
Dinner. And the most delicious dessert I’ve ever had.
Cuddling on the bed watching French cooking.
The pure, clear water of the Kai Iwi Lake glittering in the sun as we cycled around it and picnicked next to it.
Going on a guided night walk and setting a wild kiwi! A big mama kiwi.
The instant excited little hug I got from him when we spotted the kiwi.
Seeing Tane Mahuta, the oldest, biggest kauri tree in the New Zealand.
Spending some time alone on a wooden walkway across a quiet lake.
Driving onto a ferry for the first time.
Body boarding down sand dunes. So. Much. Fun.
Seeing the most northerly point in New Zealand in beautiful weather, driving past really Australian looking scenery.
Wandering around the lovely campsite in the evening sun, spending some alone time together.
Sitting in the peace and quiet by the river and remembering what it’s like to be somewhere with no wind. So calm and still and so silent.
So many beautiful views of the sea as we drove further round the coast.
The cute 70’s kitchen in the youth hostel. Such thick paint, such shallow drawers.