The Carpetty Line

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

We are on the green line, travelling from Wellington on the train headed for Waikenae. 

Or the other way, around if I'm coming in. 

Today I was in town extra-early, because I was escorting Caro. She had an early flight up to Gisborne for some medical recruitment thingy. It doesn't sound like it was a very good day for her. She was supposed meet the Chief Medical Officer and other members of the board up there.

But it sounds like there was a eff-up of some sort. Basically the CMO turned up flustered, and 45 minutes late. "Are you here to meet anyone else?" she asked. 

When Caro mentioned the other board members, the CMO said, "Errrrr... none of them are here..."

She took Caro for a two hour lunch and that was that. A great use of Caro's time. "AND I was sat next to a farter on the plane," she told me.

But I patiently waited around for Caro to fly back and escorted her home because I'm a nice husband like that. 

Looking at this sign reminds me of the time when I was working with Lemon and I told her I would soon by moving up to the Kah-pee-tee coast. 

She laughed at me, "You mean Carpetty coast," she said. That's how you pronounce it, she said, laughing at me some more.

As always, I deferred to her. Her pronunciation of Maori words was always better than mine. But then I thought about it. 

"But WHY," I said. "Because you're supposed to pronounce i like 'ee'. Like in the tee-ree-tee of Waitangi. Why isn't it like that?"

Lemon thought about it for a while. Then she told me to **** off. 

I miss our language lessons.

S.