Just like old times
As everyone comes back to Wellington...

After meeting up with James for the first time last week, I get a text from him on Saturday telling me that Kim and Paul are in town. I'm tired, but drag my weary body down to JJ Murphy's for a few drinks and dinner. Through our honesty, we probably get one of the barmen in trouble (he brought us two drinks and never came back for the money, we went and paid at the bar - the manager was not terribly impressed that the drinks had never been rung on the till).

But anyway: Paul and Kim, now back here for good. That came out of the blue - for me at least. I hadn't spoken to either of them in a while, and I hadn't realised how fed up they were getting with life in KL. So, good to see them. Life's going to become more interesting again, I feel. People are starting to come back to Wellington, not leave it.

Sunday we had a family dinner as my mother/step-father were in town for a pacifist conference. Which seemed to go OK (although it apparently became rather heated at one point - Roger was very keen for an outbreak of violence, purely for the absurdist impact). Dinner was good - Rhonda came along and met my family (seemed somewhat early in the relationship for that, but they won't be in town for quite a while, so it was probably appropriate). I managed to come down with a bad asthma attack though, which wasn't much fun (I don't have any meds at the moment. Stupidly).

Friday (note clever time-shifting chronology in this post) Rhonda cooked me dinner (Thai green fish curry - very nice) and we lazed around her house for most of Saturday. Happy times.
 
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