Limbo...

Apparently flights have resumed. The ash hasn't really diminished, just turns out the volcano wasn't such a big problem after all.

Choice.

That said, we're still in Auckland for another 10 days. Those of you that are the studious diligent kind will be pleased to know that Sarah has been working, toiling away at school, keeping her mind off the fact that we're not in London. For the rest of you, you'll be pleased to know that I've been watching a lot of DVD's and drinking a lot of beer. In times like this, really, beer is the only answer.

Ahh beer, so always there for you in times of need. And boredom.

So this is what limbo feels like. I thought there'd be more of a waiting room feel. Clinical smell. Really old magazines. Kids crying. Turns out limbo ain't so bad. Just deadly dull. So the countdown begins. Again.

And if that second volcano starts up,there really won't be enough beer in all of Aotearoa to placate me.

Cross your fingers. Hold your thumbs.

Off To A Bad Start...

Eyjafjallajokull

A week ago we'd never heard of it. Now we hate it. What was supposed to be the start of a great adventure to far off lands, quickly became a nightmare of unprecendented proportions.

Stupid volcano.

Sarah and I should be in London right now, drinking beer, seeing bands, living the life of leisure. Starting our excellent adventure. Instead, we're still in Auckland. Grounded. I was never grounded as a teenager, but now as an adult... grounded.

By a volcano.

I think as a parent, Eyjafjallajokull is doing a bad job. For a start she's (I presume she's a she, cause she's a bitch) smoking right in front of us. A lot. Everyone knows chain smoking for days on end is bad. Especially in front of the kids. She also has a bad temper, spewing obscenities out. And she's fat. She's an angry, fat, chain smoking bitch. Yup, she sure is a mother alright.

So when will we get off this island and start our excellent adventure? May 1st. That's if the bitch lets us leave.