I had one of those moments recently, buying something in the local hardware shop. The poor sap was obviously a trainee, and he charged me £5 too little. Being Mr Honest, I pointed this out, and rewarded myself with a slap on the back.
If you’re reading Catch 22, it won’t be long before you borrow A Man In Full from Liv. Try warming up on Bonfire of the Vanities by the same author – Tom Wolfe. We’ve got two copies already, I think, somewhere!

hone heke again, bluey the van on the left.

some dolphins suprisingly, in milford sound

massive water fall in milford sound.

I saw Jim Carey on the J Ross show. Funny but also toe curling, in about equal measure. He was asked why he lived alone; but it’s not really surprising, since he would send a companion round the bend in no time at all.

Hi there Lucy!

Pictures won’t upload tonight …

I managed to hack into Liv’s camera and can show you the exhibit. Presumably, whoever took the photo was so affronted by the sunburnt forehead they decided to concentrate on Liv’s torso rather than his head.

I’ve never read this. It’s by Charles Dickens. I don’t think I recommended it; but it might be an okay film. Dickens’ stuff is set in the Quincunx era. He was a major influence on Charles Palliser.
I trust you’re appreciating the Art Deco look of Napier, most of which was destroyed in an earthquake just before WW2, and rebuilt in a distintive style.

the glorious panorama of hone heke

annika looking jolly

christian and mika supping on what might possibly be a big mac. here we see christian sporting a rather fetching pink lumberjack shirt.

Surely, in the Southern Hemisphere, it would be the other way around, wouldn’t it? Like water down the plughole.

caroline and christian having some fat megalattes with me in kerikeri

annika lying in the rare momants of sun at hone heke lodge.

on the way to franz josef i recon’. just before we travled through a very long tunnel which bored through the mountain to the left. unplesant as there was no support whatsoever, just bare rock

No, I’ll be getting a Tully hat, as eaten and crapped out by elephants, when I feel I can justify the ludicrous cost.
Liv, before going to Darlington, can you purchase a suitable bit of birthday present for Henry? I was going to get him a framed picture of the ground at St James’ from Ford market, but never got there this Sunday. I can get it next Sunday if I remember. Around a tenner; I’ll pay you back!