Finally I am going to write to you about my trip. I was going to just backdate the articles but that’s just going to get confusing as you won’t know whether something I have written now is new or not.
I left New Zealand on 12 August 2007. That’s a long time ago. Family and friends (you know who you are) fared me well (I think you can say that) at Wellington Airport, and I was suitably sad on the plane, but when I got to Auckland, who was there but my uncle and cousin (who also know who you are).
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