Percy and I had some dodgy ice last night ( not the illegal kind) so I was very relieved when my flight to Milford Sound was called off due to unfavourable weather conditions. I moped around most of the day feeling sorry for myself . Typing that reminded me of a quote from “how the grinch stole christmas”
“The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there – on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn’t allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me – I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?”
Earlier in the day I had deleted two emails thinking they were spam, but it was actually a rep from Air New Zealand trying to let me know my luggage was getting closer to me.
Then there was a knock on my door at 6.25pm
and with that joyous event I have my appetite back and my frown was turned upside down.
Thank you Air New Zealand.