Good Morning world and thanks for tuning in to another day here on Planet Magnet. I hope the sun is shining and you are all set for the weekend. I am looking forward to a comparatively quiet one myself with a good deal of relaxation impacting on the time I have available but I am a firm believer in setting out your stall in advance when it comes to planning some hardcore relaxation. Relaxation that will of course be linked with some form of walking with the dog, especially if the weather is a bright as I expect it to be…..
Anyway, that is enough of that, you have come here to read about more dim and distant past so without further ado, lets take you back to December 24th 1992…
Don’t forget folks, this is all taken from memory so let us allow me a little artistic licence from time to time….
I arrived in Auckland, N.Z and was duly met at the airport by my cousins husband John. Delighted to see me and determined to make me feel at home we loaded my kit into the back of his station wagon and set off for home where his wife was unaware of me actually being in the southern hemisphere at all let alone coming to visit her in Hamilton for Christmas, or so we thought…..