Proof the Universe is on my side
No fog in Wellington on the day of my departure.
A spare seat next to me on all three (very busy) flights: Wellington – Auckland - L.A. – London. If this isn’t evidence of some omnipotent power then I don’t know what is. I could stretch out my legs and everything.
Karen’s smiling mug at LAX.
Taking a quick twelve hours to catch up on each other’s life.
Karen’s Grandmother announcing she was “full and sassy” after dinner.
Being nicknamed “lips” by the San Fran gay posse.
Running around Golden Gate Park late on Sunday afternoon just as the sun was setting.
Arriving at Heathrow and my luggage getting spat out onto the conveyor belt first.
Being met at the airport by some of my favourite people in the world. Well those who hadn’t nipped to Marks and Spencers quickly to buy some crisps, that is.
London, in a spring shower.