I'm back.

 I'm back from visiting Whanganui and New Plymouth, with other places, like Foxton, along the way.

'New Zealand's own fox town.'

Whanganui has quite a few tall things.

I took a selfie that gives a scenic view of the place.

New Plymouth has a mountain that's taller than Mount Victoria.

Taller than Mount Victoria.

But they haven't got a Courtenay Place or a bucket fountain.

I drove back to Nuova Lazio yesterday. Gosh, people drive fast. There are big jeep things everywhere that don't know about speed limits. There is always one coming up behind you. Trucks don't seem to know what their speed limit is. It feels to me like a battle ground where nobody understands physics. 

Robert has probably buggered off to church about now and there is only a small chance that Peter is out of his fart sack. My job today will be to get some music practice done. You can't use AI to practise a musical instrument. I wonder if Rob has tried that? I see that he's no longer calling himself Carey on his blog. Peter is still The Curmudgeon though. The boys will be pleased to see me back to tidy up the blogging community. I think it'll take a little while to get things back to normal.

Ciao tutti.