The 28th. Sorry, I couldn't think of a better title.

 All dressed up for my hospital appointment this morning.

Then I'm off to try and get a marriage licence (notice the spelling of that last word). I read Rob's latest post where he went on about marriage licences and speaking English in Aotearoa. Unfortunately, he's a bit stuck on American spelling.

Peter might be moving his boxes to Seaview today, if he approves of the weather. 

"This hat will keep me dry!"

Who knows, we might cross paths. My hospital appointment has been moved to an earlier time and hopefully it won't take up all morning. I guess that time will tell.

15 tunes to think about. That's quite a few really, but you can only take them one at a time. I'll try to put in some good time today. Between jobs. Well, I'm picking Prowsey Snr. up from childcare again today (I do Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday). I then hang around at his house until daddy gets back from work. Prowsey Jnr. is there too, with his mummy. It's fun spending some time with him.

I have no other news really. At least, unlike TC, I post pretty regularly. Hey, I don't think I'll bother about checking out my marriage licence. I wasn't married in the Catholic Church, so I guess it's just a legal document with no sin attached. I was actually married by a bass player friend, Harry Botham. You can't get better than that! 

That's it.

Ciao.