“I got the day wrong.” Megan mentioned this over our ‘goodbye’ lunch with a nonchalance that was quite frankly a little scary. The wrong day in question was the arrival of the packers to ship their stuff to New Zealand. It was scary enough that she thought they were coming on the Monday but actually they were booked for the Tuesday which was less than 24 hours before she was flying out, leaving her husband to fine tune the finishing touches. “Put it this way, he’s a little tense.” She said. You don’t say?

Since then all I have received are reports about the brilliant sunshine and I think she’s lying. It’s not Australia you know!!