I just had a lovely weekend with the Rachel Fairhurst, who departed chilly Dunedin to visit the slightly less chilly Auckland. We shopped, coffee-ed, Fleet FM gigged, French market-ed, wined and talked so much my voice is sore.
Unfortunately, I have no photographic evidence (does this mean the past weekend even happened?) because my camera is at work, ready to capture anything remotely cute that Lucinda does. (This is slightly sad, but necessary.)