Mood:The howling wind, the ticking clock, the barking dogs
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
Wild winds assailed the lower North Island yesterday and overnight, but spokesmen said that Wellington had been spared the worst of the damage, largely because anything here that could blow away had already done so years ago. This morning dawns sunny and still, reminiscent of the post cyclone weather in Vanuatu. My briefcase feels very light this morning: I wonder what I have forgotten. Certainly not my anniversary or Talk like a Pirate Day. Neither of these weigh anything.