:: travelogue

Not yet! I've started on an account of my hols but only got a couple of sentences done before I was distracted.

There are some pictures on flickr - http://www.flickr.com/photos/hockadilly
Any information for wedding captions welcome - I haven't got names for some of the faces.

Bertie is recovering from his ordeal. He's been eating like a hungry horse and enjoying his walks. He's still quite clingy though, so I hope he doesn't freak out when I go back to work tomorrow night. I washed all the floors before collecting him from the kennels, but he's still finding certain sections dangerously slippery. Unless there's a walk or some biscuits in the offing of course; then he seems to be able to negotiate them without whining for help.

:: brrr

This is the view from the plane, flying in to Edinburgh airport on Thursday afternoon. I'd been on the go for what felt like several days but was something over 24 hours. It was roasting hot in Auckland when I left, fairly warm in LA (not that we were allowed outdoors), chilly in London. Edinburgh - argh, freezing. The taxi driver said the main snowfall on Wednesday was spectacular. My flight had been delayed because there was only one de-icing machine working at Heathrow. The next day a lot of short-haul flights were cancelled because of snow on the runways, so my timing was pretty good.

:: shock, horror

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Originally uploaded by hockadilly.

The shock was flying into a snowy Edinburgh; the horror was collecting Bertie from the kennels and finding him almost emaciated. The owner said Bertie had been eating heaps - the food I provided was nearly all gone - but I don't believe him. Bertie weighed nearly 33kg when I left him at the kennels. Less than a month later he weighs 30kg. I took him to the vet yesterday & she said only diabetes could cause such a dramatic weight loss in a dog that was eating properly, but she tested for that and he was clear. He's acting starved too, gobbling everything that's put in front of him. The kennel owner is a blustering kind of bloke, acting as if it's normal - "some breeds naturally lose weight in kennels; boxers, greyhounds" - and denying point blank that Bertie showed any signs of distress. "It might just have been the cold," he said. See me, sucked in by the words "luxury heated kennels" in the advert. Grrrr. Right now I'm concentrating on getting Bertie well again, feeding him well and taking him to all his favourite spots.

:: The Big Day

Christchurch, NZ

It's the day of the wedding and fingers are crossed that the weather forecasters are wrong: they're saying there may be showers and thunderstorms this afternoon. It's been sunny all morning but it's clouding over now.

Everything's going smoothly - the bridal party is at a hotel in town; Trevor is wrangling three of his grandchildren; Pinky is looking after Mum and John; I'm at Liz's place helping Ken, Leighanne, Cathy and Gary mind the twins (ie, we're sitting around reading magazines, watching TV and drinking coffee while the babies cry in another room). I've already been sicked up on once, it's fun! This morning Cathy and I collected the large, fragile wedding cake from a chocolatier on one side of town and transported it across the city to the venue, a large colonial farmhouse on the way to Akaroa. We also had the floral arrangement for the room where the reception is being held.

I've had a great time so far; the weather has been mostly very hot and sunny, with some oddities. I had to stay an extra day in Wellington because of thick fog, and there was a violent rainstorm in Dunedin the day I left there, plus there was persistent fog along the coast. It's been wonderful catching up with everyone. The kids have all shot up of course, and there are the tiny babies and a couple of new boyfriends to meet. In Dunedin I stayed with Leighanne and her two girls, Georgia and Amelia, and her partner Gary - all very relaxed and enjoyable. We visited Uncle Jock and cousin Margaret on the peninsula, and dropped in on an old friend of Leigh's who makes beautiful Damascene knives. Leigh also took me for a drive down to Port Chalmers, and we visited Julia in St Leonards. She's a friend of mine who was a nurse, then a stockbroker and is now an artist.

There are photos on flickr - I think you might have to open an account to look at them, I'm not sure. It's free and very easy though, and it's a great site. My screen name is hockadilly.

Here in Christchurch I'm staying with Trevor and Jenny, another relaxed home. I haven't been doing much - a lot of babysitting (no hardship! the twins are soooo cute!) and a bit of sightseeing. I also visited some old Invercargill friends who are living up here now.

It's nearly time to get ready for the wedding, whee! It's going to be a wonderful day.