Monday slash Tuesday slash Hello, Strangers

I'm back.  In black.  And in a disgustingly congested and phlegmy sort of way since I was dumb enough to attend a public occasion involving massed numbers of my own species; usually that is an inherently punitive activity requiring no additional punishments but this time forced socialisation came with bonus respiratory infection hurrah.  Green glue in my nose.  Green glue in my throat.  Unseen glue in my ears.  Our relationship is transactional in nature so if I have to suffer it, you have to picture it.

​My sister's tropical-themed wedding was achieved on-time and on-budget and that's more than most of the wankers getting $$$$$ in the fucking finance industry can say about anything they've ever done, so fuck them.

If you want something done right, pass that job to some seasoned bitches.  It was inspiring to see so many super-competent, multi-skilled females getting together to do something positive, without dramas, expectation of glory or end of year bonuses.

I say that as someone who loathes and generally shuns weddings.  Whilst in Buller I visited the pretty fabulous Moria Gate Arch formation which I will feature in this week's photoessay.

So now we're back in Port and the weather's turning to shit already which doesn't really bode well for autumn.  At least the rain is washing away the gobs I've been hoiking over the ivy onto the road.  Lol ghetto flavours ☠️😗  

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