Recovery Mode

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

Our flight back from Nelson was due to leave at 12:35pm. So the morning after the night before was theoretically a stress-free morning of late breakfast and checking out before sauntering over to the airport.

And that is mostly what happened, but I felt very bad for poor Caro who was as white as a sheet and feeling the after-effects of two bottles of wine. 

Feeling bad when you're able to hide under your own duvet is one thing, feeling bad when you know you have a 12:35pm flight is another altogether. 

Fortunately she made it back to the couch without spewing on anyone, most importantly me. I tucked her up and she promptly fell asleep for the next four hours. In fact, the only thing that woke her up were the Matariki fireworks, down at the harbour.

The next 50th party needs to be based in Wellington, I think. Next to a bed. With a duvet.

S.