Headed back to a grey Wellington and went out for dinner with my family – where we arrange the bottles on the table by height.
A wee stylised Acherontia Styx friend for Grumpy Cat.
This feijoa sat on my desk all day – it wasn’t mine and I felt bad just eating it. I lasted 6 hours before I gave in and ate it.
The night before ANZAC day so of course we treated it like a Friday night.
Which was then followed by a no-good very-bad ANZAC day. I hid from the world and then drank a glass of wine.
Walking down the beehive on a Friday evening – they were doing work on the Saturday and had installed emergency lighting so they could turn the main lights off. I mean, I presume.
Laura had Kim and Kate and I around to watch The Hour (yes, again) but just a few episodes this time. She made delicious Jewish honey cake.
I really really should get better at the self portrait part of this. It’s just, the light in our room is so terrible. It’s only ever too bright or too dark.