We had an engagement party this weekend.
In Wellington. The Windy City. The city where, 173 days on average, there are winds of 32+ knots.
It’s a short 50 minute flight from Christchurch. Low enough to have amazing views of the two islands if you happen to be awake. Of which MOD was not. Either way.
Seriously that man can sleep anywhere. And that’s a fact.
Once on a ten minute drive between theme parks in Disneyworld our fellow travellers were unaware that his silence was not agreement to their excited bantering, but in fact deep sleep. Sitting upright, hat slightly tilted, sunglasses on, face composed into pleasant interest. Not a drool dribble to be seen.
But I digress. The engagement party.
Not just any engagement party, Son2’s engagement party.
Son2 has been lucky enough to land himself THE best little Wellingtonian ever.
And so he should, he’s a great bloke.
All my boys are, which is why they have all landed themselves amazing, beautiful, strong intelligent woman. Two of which are NuZulanders.
This of course is a totally unbiased view as you would expect.
The engagement party was in Welly where DIL2 has the rest of her family. I say the rest because she’s ours now and we are spread over Christchurch, Melbourne and the Rat.
Welly put on spectacular weather of course. Barely any wind and glorious sunshine both days. One could almost live there. If you like hills.
Of course it has so much more than hills and wind, too many things to itemise here so click on this link and make sure you check them out. And don’t forget Cuba Street! yummo
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