I Survived (But Only Just)

i am not a journalist i am a human being

First I was afraid, I was petrified...

Then it got worse.

I don't know whether to give you the full unexpurgated account of the "futile and useless weariment" (Frances Hodgkins) that was my fortnight in Dunedin, or whether to tantalise you with edited highlights.

Whatever it will be, all I know is that I don't really want to think about it right now.

It's good to be back in the Land of the Underachievers.

There's no place like home.