Back to earth with a thud.
I have arrived back in Wellington with the symptoms of upper respiratory tract infection … a sore throat, loss of voice, repeated coughing, and a general sense of malaise. In fact I felt so disgusting that I almost took no photos yesterday. I forced myself to take a few pro forma images, but all I can say is “blessed are those who expect little, they shall not be disappointed”.
Arriving back in Wellington I had to wait for the shuttle to the long-term car park. The line of taxis across the road, and the ministerial car (With “CR” registration) waiting to whisk somebody “important” past all that was intriguing. Meanwhile further back, the big orange bus carries the peasants.
I felt worse as the day passed and recalled one doctor telling me in a previous sore throat episode that he knew a recipe that might not effect a cure but would at least do no harm. He prescribed a shot of Drambuie or Benedictine. I added the grape purely to try to make a picture.
After that I lost interest and went to bed.