Oh the weather in Wellington is unpredictable. I took this under dry skies, after a freak hail storm.
Beautiful skies brightening a Monday morning.
Craig stayed up to watch the All Whites play Slovakia.
As always, post-tattoo, I drink Peachee by Bundaberg.
I took dictation from a 5 year old and came away with a story about how I was given a duck which licked me all over and made me laugh.
I need to roll smokes for One Flesh. I bought some tobacco and a coworker taught me how. I went from completely useless to marginally useless in 24 hours.
I spent hours wandering around the Hutt Valley in the winter sun. Coffee and podcasts and a little bit of shopping.