At the moment I'm putting in the hours geting some assignments out of the way before I head overseas to The Wedding of The Year, for which I am yet to buy a dress. I am trying to get to grips with Political Traditions and how these influence Health Care delivery and outcomes *mmmhmmm*. I suspect this would be a lot easier if Razzy didn't insist on involving himself very closely in everything. Maybe he's trying to absorb knowledge for his next life as a human? He can be a politician, or a psychologist, or a symbologist, seeing as he also appreciates the comfort of a Dan Brown novel. In addition, I just discovered that when he gets really excited about a particular book, he dribbles. I'm hoping I can dry the page enough to not have to write an explanatory note to the Massey distance library service.
On Sunday I went out for lunch with my mum and The Programmer. It was a dessert restaurant (mum had a voucher). Amongst the fattastic crepes and waffles there was a fruit plate with yogurt. It was like a perfect little piece of summer in the middle of winter, and astonishingly, was exactly what I wanted. Sometimes I surprise myself.