I figured it was probably a bad idea to go cycling when I couldn't walk down the road without getting blown over. Sigh.
Dinner at Maria Pia's was, of course, excellent. I just couldn't go past the duck again - the big slab of duck. We're off to 550, a pizza restaurant in Thorndon tonight. I'm going to be on a serious detox after the visitors from London depart!
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There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be. - George Sheehan
About Me
- Pip
- Wellington, New Zealand
- I'm a runner and a mum to far too many cats and two spoiled greyhounds. I am of late a very occasional writer. I live in Wellington in a ramshackle villa on the side of a hill. During office hours I do the public servant middle management thing and formulate my ten year plan to move to Central Otago to run the family vineyard.
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- No Backing Out Now!
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- Feeling a Little Overwhelmed
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