9am bags on plane. 9.40 airport open but flight cancelled, Sean must've been polite, will get in 5.30. Long day.

Hazel has kindly supplied me with a horse. So I'm in bed with the cat, white bear, a self-portrait of Hazel and a broom.

AKL closed by fog. Sean stuck. Moab and I lie abed while the children invent entertainments.

The sun shines here at Turitea. This pit trap will be behind me on Monday and two dear little hot hands'll still be in mine.

Iris has Tonsilitis, she spent the morning in the bath, the afternoon asleep, and woke with a temperature of 39.4.

Good grief! I'm an hour earlier than i thought, which means half an hour earlier than i need to be.

The Blob slowly matured and Niflnifl drained his horn with quiet pride. Happy 40th Gerald.

Taken girls to Le Metropolitain, iris quite liked escargot, both loving visiting a different culture, shyly say 'merci'.

Yay. Morbid about my cervix day has started a little early. It's a precious fragile life and I'm out of green tea.

In Sean's absence Moab's been providing for the family but he doesn't seem to mind that I don't cook the rats.

Girls have malaise, main symptoms clinginess, fever, refusal to leave house. I'm nearly coping.

Ow: knees, womb, neck. Cough cough. Teams, floors, dishes, washing, songs, money. Night peeing deserves a quiet night.

Last night I may have fallen asleep before either child. Not so tonight, but still I have no urge to do stuff for tomorrow.

1 down, 22 and a half days to go. All still getting on all right, mess and sanity situations normal.

'Rain come down, give this dirty town a drink of water, a drink of wine.'

Iris went to look for an eagle at Te Papa today.

Hazel loves to draw scenes from nature documentaries. I tried it today and it's really hard fun.