Girl About Auckland

Summer Daze

Isn’t it smashing being on holiday where every day’s a Saturday, and every night’s a Friday night?!

Sleeping in until you feel like getting up smiling smugly at the thought of no dreaded alarm clock; spending the day at the beach, going on a road-trip or choosing to be out and about all night long; meeting up with mates and their little ones who you haven’t seen since your last holiday amazed at how much they’ve grown (the kids that is, not the beer bellies); lazing around in jandals or bare feet in a bit of a daze but without a care in the world.

Nice one…oh sugar, sorry if you’ve had to go back to work already (no, I’m not really sorry).

I’ve been spending the first few days of the year frowning madly at my little holiday belly and have become quite the Gym Whore, pounding the treadmill with one eyebrow raised, cursing the trifle, pav and non-stop boozing…and Nana’s home made Lemon Curd.

I sadly have a funeral to attend to on Friday. Followed by a Wedding 3 hours later. Golly that’s going to be an emotional day of sorts. Must not play the woe-is-me-all-alone-Spinster card, particularly when drinking. It’s not about me, it’s about them!

Right, it’s a beautiful day in Auckland, and I’m off for a long lunch in the sun – just because I can.

Laters
Auckland Girl