Soda floats and catching up with Amy – she was in town for her Masters graduation. What a smartie.
It’s often hard to tell where the mural ends and the graffiti begins.
Sun and haze across Wellington harbour.
I hate this sign. So damn hard.
New specs arrived from BonLook. They packed the box with glitter. Opening that at my desk was … an experience.
At certain times of the day Wellington is really quite pretty.
Craig and I drove to the bright lights of Foxton for second-hand furniture shopping. I resisted buying these old western novels and also a Nelly Furtado vinyl.