Did all the usual things in celebration of insignificant birthday, including getting smeared in chocolate and then wrapped up in gladwrap, jamming my finger in a closed car door and having a lovely lunch out at Rossendale. Altogether pleasant. Another day here would not be entirely unwelcome, but Beej and the Baggage have project managed some NY festivities down in Torquay, so back to Melbourne I go. Time to jam everything back in suitcase and get up at stupid oclock, as always.
(The only place I ever see that even resembles busy in Christchurch is invariably the check in queue at international departures. Also, charging people to leave? Always bemuses me a bit).
Right, time for some more something something darkside, thankyou Christmas itunes voucher.