Now this could be because Wellingtonians are used to wind (Auckland is the City of Sails but those boats wouldn't go anywhere without us) but I don't think that's it. Best I can describe: it's as if the town's got a hangover. Not one of those, “I really need an aspirin but if I move from the couch I'm scared that the pounding in my head will force my eyes from their sockets so I'll just lie here and watching repeats of Dawson's Creek until the world stops hurting”. It's more a “slight ringing in your skull that would be annoying if it wasn't serving as a reminder of the great time you had the night before”. That's it; it's like Wellington had a really good Saturday night out. People sleeping in, nipping out to get a coffee and the Sunday papers before returning to bed with the Sodoku and a danish. The sky is overcast but with a hint of sunshine and kids are riding about on their scooters (should that be scooting about?)
Last night's win over Auckland could have something to do with it but regardless, the buzz that's swept the place has given me the creative kick-in-the-pants I needed to write another entry. I know it's a bit of a cop out to post about posting but it's a start. You want more for your money? Go to the mall.