Last weekend I was in Wellington, and oh was it mad! It was a weekend of eating ridiculously big breakfasts, and trying to speak Maori, and loosing at poker and stealing replacement chips. It was about cake and chocolate icing, and banner making, and fancy cowboy restaurants with huge portion sizes. It was about sharing bottles of wine, and in jokes, and gossip. It was about complaining about the cold, and cheering on the All Blacks, and racing to finish books. It was about straightening hair, and ridiculous impluse buys. It was about flying and birthdays and pulling faces at the camera.
But mostly it was about family. My wonderful, brilliant, mad family who I get to see once a year, if I'm lucky.
Needless to say, it was a brilliant, brilliant weekend.