Walking around Wellington prior to extended-family Christmas.
Pretty flowers on The Terrace as I walked home.
Pretty decay next to an even older fence.
A rich kid’s party gets out of hand? Quelle surprise.
Whisk(e)y from my Secret Santa and Coffee from my not-so-secret Laura. People are excellent.
I hadn’t intended to take my rugby ball home from work, but it was kicked at me as the elevator doors were closing so I had little choice.
Baking mint-chocolate christmas biscuits. Tis the season and all that.