Week Two, But Only Just.

It seems so long since I have written anything on my blog. I think I have completely forgotten how, and now must start afresh, as a new blogger writing about what I had for lunch and how I'm not even sure what this blogging thing is about anyway and OMG should I tell my friends I have one this is stupid nobody's reading it anyway are they shit I need to think of something funny to write please comment please please.

We are in Wanaka. Tom is sitting on the other side of the table from me in an Internet cafe pretending he's checking his Internet banking but secretly looking at porn. Tom has taken to calling me 'Higgsy', which works a treat for sentences such as "Higgsy! Not in there! That's the men's toilets!" and "Higgsy? Are you looking at the map? Why is it upside down and why have we just passed a sign saying Welcome To Gibraltar?", but in other contexts it doesn't work so well and we are trying to steer him off it. Wanaka is the place where we will ski, starting tomorrow.

We have sea-kayaked (there were seals!) (frolicking ones!) and tramped (hiked) and stayed in a beach hut in the Abel Tasman National Park. We have stayed with wonderful people who have cooked us lovely meals. In Nelson we had a bit of an awkward moment when the very, very lovely lady we were staying with offered us a spa and then seemed to suggest that we get naked and then jump in (she wasn't joining us) at which point we both pretended it was fine, went into the other room and both completely freaked out because we're English and are meant to pretend we all wear high necked, starched, turn of the century undergarments beneath our clothes and don't admit to each other that we sometimes are naked and things. You know. After giggling to the point of hysteria (and that was only Tom), we sucked it up (as it were) and got in.

Anyway, we're having a lovely time. It's all beautiful, and I am looking forward to skiing. I am slightly nervous as I haven't been skiing for a few years and Tom is way better than I am, but it'll be good and I am just being a scaredy cat. I will drink some red wine soon and it will be less intimidating.

I can't quite believe that we have another whole week here.

Again, Tom is waiting for me to blog on holiday, something that, despite what he might have said in the comments section of the last post, he is surprisingly patient with. He is lovely. I am so happy to be here with him.

I imagine that London is weeping in my absence, so I will be back soon.