We saw sheep as the plane came in to land!
Straight from the airport to the convention centre. Spent all afternoon setting up the booth, did a frantic search around for something I could eat, and settled on a spinach and fetta quiche. Cold. In a brown paper bag, eaten while racing back to the hall.
There was a cocktail reception under the sky tower, where I had a pain killer with a lovely glass of NZ Bubbly, and then a glass or two of red. I was shattered. The pain in my back and shoulder was pretty bad after such a long day, and I was really looking forward to a nice meal, and a comfy bed.
Alas, it was not to be. We met up with the rep from one of the companies whose products we sell – at 10pm, after dropping our bags at our hotel. The hotel is a bit crappy, but that is a story for another day. Splashed some water on my face, then off to the posh city hotel. At this point I was starving, and really tired (having had less than 4 hours sleep the night before). I wasn’t allowed to order water, so I had a cocktail, snaffled all the available bar food that didn’t have corpse in it, and tried not to let my hunger and tiredness let me get out of sorts.
Eventually, I asked the bartender for a banana, and begged to go home. Caught a cab back to the hotel, did a bit of unpacking, and hurled my sorry carcass into bed.
Meet Neville. I wired him up myself. Impressed?
Disco Knitter 