Top of The Crown

Tiny T Reporting.
Big T didn’t come today as The Boss had to pop over to Queenstown to get The Bossess from the airport.
The Bossess had a deep and enduring relationship with …Airports.
The Boss stuck his nose out of the bedcovers this morning and found it unusually cool so looked out the window and found the sheep (wether) had Baaa’d again and everything was all white. That’s the colour NOT the condition…Right?
 
The quickest way between Wanaka and Queenstown of over The Crown Range which, for the collectors of interesting facts, is the highest sealed road in NZ so we were a tad concerned but the road was dry and sno free and the photography was Grrreat (mini) and The Bossess was rescued from the clutches of Air New Zealand and transported to a new Cafe at The Lake Hayes estate…read housing development, before the trip back. I always ride on The Boss’s camera bag but never got out of the car as the dreaded iPhone was responsible for todays image and yesterdays and the day before and the day before that so I am seriously under utilised and intend to complain if I could only find a representative of the Small Stuffed Dog union somewhere.

This white stuff did effect The Boss’s outing with big T this afternoon and he had to put a jacket on. T’s curls managed fine.
BIG night tonight as a box arrived from Aus with an AppleTV V4 in it so there will be a voyage of delight and discovery with the volume turned well up to block out fireworks as The Boss discovers the Apps that are now available on this thingie. The Bossess has her eyes on the old one for podcast entertainment while exercising her restructured knee.
I will just stay guarding THAT bag.

TT