A postcard writing sort of a day

Rain rain go away, come back another day (or not).

Yuk weather from dawn to dusk today. Ma and Dad went off on their Milford Sound Cruise and Cousteau and I chilled out. Canterbury popped over from working in Alexandra but soon got bored of us as we were both tired and grumpy. He went off fishing (well, looking for fish, anyway).

Cousteau helped me write some postcards. I drank three glasses (small ones) of wine.

We had pizza.

We went to bed.

I didn't sleep - again.

Yawn.