Wednesday, April 18


15 April. The ma outlaw died a couple of days ago, so we're in New Zealand for the funeral. She was a tenacious old thing. Her last year was mostly torture, and someone less religious would have been asking for a pistol. Over her lifetime she put her intelligence to good use (unlike Albert).

The timing means I've had to cancel my attendance at Albert's xtieth birthday in Tasmania. But would you believe it! Albert has agreed to move the whole event over here! He only asked that all accommodation should have saunas and pools. So after the wake we'll take off for two nights in a sort of rainforest spa. Then 2 nights in a 5* place in the city, where we can blow the pension fund's birthday payout on meals and massages.


  1. I'm sorry for your loss. I hope she has a good journey onward.

    Good news about the party being moved. Sounds like good fun.

  2. I say!

    I'm sorry to hear your news.

    I hope your party goes well, though.

    There was some sort of event here last night down in the servants' quarters, and Doviko hasn't appeared yet, even though I've rung the bell a few times. I'll have to dock his wages, I think.

    MM III

  3. Albert? Give my condolences to your partner. Congratulations on reaching sixty. Enjoy the massage parlour. I'd be too embarrassed personally, but I've been told the girls are very friendly. Please post about it! Hotboy

  4. All: ta for your kind wishes.

    Hotters. I'm sure I don't know what you're imagining, but the massage was no-nonsense Chinese style. Though she did look a bit anxious when I asked her to focus on the buttocks (after all the bush walking I'd been doing).