This time next week I'll be waking up in my own little bed in Perth, but being in heaveny Nelson as what I is, I took the opportunity to sleep in before rising lethargically at 10am and having bagles for breakfast. I combed through my collected tourist information to formulate my plan of attack for the coming week and then Mum cooked a lovely big Sunday lunch (dinner, she insists on calling it) of NZ sausages, mashed potato, pumpkin, peas and cabbage, followed by heaps of creamy NZ ice cream and my superbly ripe strawberries from the Nelson markets. All this activity and food wiped her out and she was off to the couch like a shot for a nana nap, while I went for a wander around some of the nearby streets, one of Richmond's older areas with huge sections (many now subdivided) and some beautiful old period houses (see pic below). Then I meandered down Queen Street (the mall is open on Sunday – very progressive extended shopping hours) and bought a delicious iced coffee WITH EXTRA CREAM at Ambrosia Cafe, using my netbook on their wireless system to finally upload my blog. I phoned home while I walked back to Mum's (miss you guys xxx), but she was out on one of her exciting jigsaw adventures so I nipped up to the Sprig and Fern where Chris was on duty because Hannan had called in sick. All the locals are remarking on what a hot day it is (26 degrees – perfect weather for we hardened Western Australians). I had a quick pint, a chat with one of the regulars, a pommy bloke called Steve, about the burning question of the All Whites' chances in the soccer world cup (bugger all, it is generally agreed), and made it back to Mum's for frozen pizza (not frozen when we ate it, fortunately) for dinner (or tea, as she calls it). Another new epidsode of Doc Martin was on TVOne later and you can't ask for more than that. then I was off to bed with my book for another night's peaceful slumber.
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