Detritus

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

I was actually pretty ok this morning, considering. 

I didn't sleep so well, but I put this down to being in a strange bed and the fact that my bowels decided to stay awake all night. 

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't explosive but it was annoyingly-timed. 

Consequently, I wasn't really in the mood for the joint breakfast that had been discussed. But I wasn't the only one. "Tommy Chong" was looking pretty shocking.

"The room is still spinning," Jefe complained. "I'm not gonna throw up. I'm not gonna throw up."

It was like his mantra. 

So Caro and I left the hotel and went straight home. I say "straight". It was a typical Metlink Sunday Travelling Debacle. They always replace trains with buses on a Sunday and they are always late and it's always annoying.

So it took us about 2 hours to get home. 

When we did, we retired to the couch to giggle at photos and watch telly. Including a documentary on Donna Summer that now has Caro humming to herself. 

Other than that, it's been all about naps and cats. Our rock 'n' roll lifestyle, left behind in a hotel in Wellington.

S.