
Now we are three, Martin and John left for NZ today and the arms of loved ones, and no doubt the icy
embrace of a cutting Southerly howling in across Cook Strait, to greet them as they alight from the plane in Wellington. 45 degrees it won't be, good luck guys. It was a sad drive back from Dubai, my work, pool and drinking buddies actually on the way home. What to do? Some how I don't think Alvin will be the same, nice guy and all, but there's not the history.
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