Peter, Peter, where are you?

 Unless he misses his flight, he'll be home tomorrow and wearing his usual outfit - shorts, a t-shirt, a hat, shoes and socks.

One of his first tasks, on returning home, will be to write a blog post about our [Richard (of RBB) & Peter's] afternoon together in Wellington.

I'm going to get in first and tell you the truth.

I rang Peter a little while back and we agreed to meet at a particular place in Tory St., Wellington. I told him I'd be there before 1pm.

I got up early and headed to Upper Hutt to do my morning teaching job. Then I dropped my violin off at home and headed towards Wellington. I normally park near Cuba St., but I decided to try for a park in Tory St., as that would save me a long walk. I was very lucky because I found a park right near our agreed meeting place. I put in lots of money so that I could park there a long time - we planned to go somewhere for lunch. I phoned Peter to tell him that I had arrived.

"I'm at Waterloo station waiting for a train. I love riding on trains." he told me.

[Waterloo station is near the city of Lower Hutt - quite a long way from Tory Street or from Wellington, for that matter.]

It had been a hot ride into Wellington, and I certainly didn't need more time weaving through busy traffic, but I agreed to pick him up from Wellington station. It took me a while, but I finally found a park near the station. It appears that the old chap had totally forgotten all about our telephone conversation. I guess that's old age for you. I feel lucky that I'm an awful lot younger.

After a while I spotted Peter walking through the station, but I decided to give him a bit of his own medicine. I stood out of sight and rang him on my mobile. I told him that I couldn't find him. As he stuttered and looked a bit panicked, I described to him what he was wearing. I could see him looking every which way, but this time the 3P boy had been outsmarted by a 3G boy!

I drove him out of the city, which he'd seen enough of, to Lyall Bay where we found an eating place.

To my surprise he ordered a Cleanskin chardonnay!

I ordered a nice Hawke's Bay chardonnay. We ate some cheesecake, which was very nice, and then I took him back to Tory St. We took the route around the bays.

It was actually special to see him, and I give him permission to write an inaccurate reply to this post, which I'm sure he will.

Sleep well TC, you have a very early morning ahead of you!