ALWAYS PICNIC
The Husband-Slash-Boyfriend and the White Wabbit were pooped. Creating a tea empire was a lot of work; thirsty, tea drinking kind of work.
Their tea supplies were running low. While they waited for the next shipment from their friend Saunan, they decided the best course of action was to go on a picnic.
This is a good maxim to live by: when things are stressful - always picnic.
The White Wabbit felt this should be a global movement and asked Husband-Slash-Boyfriend "Can we make an app for that?"
He is good with all things computir you......... computerise.......Computor......
CURSES AUTOCORRECT????
HE IS GREAT WITH TECHNOLOGY.
Husband-Slash-Boyfriend looked at The White Wabbit??? and hooked up the wee caravan.
"I will think about it" he said.
Arriving at Onamalutu never got old. It was a small, native tree reserve with a river curving round it. You could hear Fantails and Tui singing away, nest building, shopping at the Mountain Beech franchise, popping down to their local and getting hammered on Piko Piko; generally, raising the next generation of New Zealanders.
These fly brothers didn't need a mortgage for their "Cristal" life style.
While Husband-Slash-Boyfriend set up the picnic table, laid our the china cups and saucers, boiled the jug and generally made himself useful, The White Wabbit stroked her long floppy ears and wondered how people had gotten things so wrong with complicated life styles? Really, how many toilets did one bottom need?
Husband slash boyfriend handed her a cup of tea then they both sat down and watched the Fantails.