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Published: March 26th 2010
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Got up to get a glass of water in the middle of the night, filled my glass at the kitchen sink by the window and completely freaked out looking in to the darkness, not knowing what was lurking out there. Hurried back to the sofa and dived under the cover. My mind was racing for the next 10 minutes, conjuring up all kinds of horror stories. Being scared of the dark is one thing but I’m sure the alcohol I consumed last night didn’t help.
Woke up again at 10am and drew the curtains aside to check out the weather. We were in luck! Gorgeous sunshine. Found a giant shamrock stuffed down my bra from the St Patrick’s day antics last night. Woke Ellie up and made her breakfast in bed again.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky today. The sea at the beach was glittering like a bowl of crystals. A tall slim hippy, complete with dreadlocks and a scruffy beard, nearly landed on us while dramatically sprinting round trying to catch a Frisbee. After a few more moves like this and being disappointed for not catching our attention he came right over and asked us if we wanted
to join in, to which we replied “No we’re far to hungover to partake in any form of exercise today”.
Was it just me, or was he kind of handsome, in a shabby tramp kind of way? I watched mesmerized as he flung himself gracefully around the sand, each time catching the Frisbee without fail. This is getting out of hand - I had now started finding homeless people attractive - either I was clearly deranged or undeniably desperate! I am destined to live in a lunatic asylum and will try to shag the caretaker. This situation had to be rectified immediately, and there was only one way to do it…. Taking a pledge to be “off men”. I’m not even going to look at another male for the next 6 months. I decided it’s time to be single - concentrate on myself and have some “me time”. OK so Ellie and I tried this pact the other day when we left Australia, and within minutes of landing in New Zealand I was flirting with the man on passport control. How could I not? He told us to stay as long as we liked and for this a girl has
to respond by batting her eyelashes and smiling sweetly. It’s just good manners, that’s all.
That afternoon we walked to the shops and had a Mövenpicks ice cream. Entirely scrumptious! The place hums of toasted Belgian waffles that you can smell from 6 blocks away. We both had two scoops in a cup and sat on a bench in the sun trying to keep warm against the bitter wind.
Went in an internet café for a while then sunbathed in Jenny’s garden. That evening we had a chilled night in with Jenny and Donna and had a relatively early night.
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