A Pefect Moment

Monday 19th February

How do I describe this mornings walk to my parents hotel. I stuck the MP3 player on (I don’t do ipods) listening to “The Feeling” – blue picadilli – London was a million miles away twelve stops and home or 12 million miles way and home amongst meandering my way across a suburb or two with the biggest grin ever on my face. Life just felt perfect. Here I was in Wellington, New Zealand going to meet my parents on the most perfect summers’ day ever. Just a perfect moment. My turn to play tourist guide as we went up the Wellington Cable Car, sat around the Botanic Gardens enjoying the rays of sun and a packed lunch, giving my dad some pocket money for an ice cream and sending him off to Te Papa to enjoy some Kiwi culture, mouching around the shops failing to buy anything and topping ourselves up with a relaxing cuppa at Te Papa later in the afternoon. It was my parents last evening in Wellington so as a thank you to Mel for being Taxi driver and Laundry Woman for my parents we all went out for a harbour meal at one of the old converted sheds. A nice meal with very naughty deserts. A visit up Mount Victoria supported stunning sunset views across Wellington. A perfect end to a perfect day.