I miss NZ

Arrived safely, arctic conditions, daughter happy, whisky cheap.  Distinct lack of sticky-out ears.  Snow turning to slush then freezing into a concrete-like hardness, and due to the reduced amount of council spending, little road clearance and gritting.  Depressing visit to the lopcal mall, hordes of pasty-faced neds and nedettes roaming around.  The scum are taking over.
I want to be back on my deck, large G & T in hand, under a kiwi blue sky, eating steaks off of the barbie.
Enjoy your lovely kiwi Christmas and New Year.  We're off to a New Year party tomorrow, then off to Inverness, then off to Paris on the 12th.
I wish I was in Wellington, licking icecreams while walking along Oriental Parade, watching the pretty girls playing beach volleyball.