A Rubbish Selfie

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

Do you hear a SCHLURPING noise? That would be my bank accounts. What they don't tell you when you emigrate is that there's a crossover period when you end up paying your UK corporation tax and your NZ general sales tax AT THE SAME TIME.

So I am reduced to a state of penury. This is rubbish.

Speaking of which, I think I mentioned before how pretty ordinary things are in Wellington. This is a rubbish bin, would you believe, with a lovely leafy tree-like pattern on it. I liked it enough to take a picture.

Fun Fact: Yes, that is me you can see reflected in the bin. And yes, I am actually that blurry all the time in real life.

In other news, I just rescued a bee. He was lethargically dangling about on a window pane, so I made him some sugar water and then let him go. I love doing that. It's so much fun watching a sleepy bee come back to life.

If only sugar-water would revive my finances. Effing taxes.

S.