I have got two more days of holidays before I go back to university, and I'm spending them writing this blimming essay. It is quite satisfying when I finish a paragraph or section, I admit, but the rest of the time I'm either making myself continue working or feeling guilty because I'm not working. I think when I've finished it I'll have to post it up here as a trophy of my hard work over the last few weeks. :)
It was Anzac Day on Tuesday, which is, I suppose, one of New Zealand's two major holidays. Anzac is basically a mixture of the words Australia and New Zealand and is the name that refers to the Antipodean men who fought in the World Wars and other wars like Vietnam. It's our day for remembering their sacrifices. I like Anzac Day. I was planning to get up early (ie around 5:15am) and go to a dawn service, but when I woke up it was absolutely bucketing down with rain and somehow getting up didn't seem that tempting!
A couple of photos: Top, at a sister's house for a meal when my sister and brother-in-law came down from Auckland. Dad gazing at one of the outdoor candle thingys while Tony, a brother-in-law, cooks on the barbecue. Bottom, another brother-in-law, Mike, when we realised the flowers were right behind his head.