Last time we travelled to New Zealand, it was on the Middle
Earth plane, covered with the ‘Lord of the Rings’ characters. Having watched
the All Blacks storm their way to victory in the World Cup, I was beside myself
with excitement when I saw our plane waiting for us....
All Black!



Arriving at midnight, Daughter was there...on time. (Last time she’d nipped off for a cup of coffee and missed us when we came out quicker than expected.) With a welcome pack of maps: I don’t like going ANYWHERE without a paper version – no reliance on modern technology for me, but as Richard holds the opposite view, pulling up Googlemaps at the click of a mouse’s toenails, we navigate well together.
She also gave us, among other goodies, a large bar of chocolate. Not just any old chocolate: no, this was the All Blacks’ Special Edition.
No comments:
Post a Comment