I tuned into the weather report last night. I was once again scheduled to fly up to Auckland for a meeting of a couple of hours that effectively took up the whole day due to the extended travelling distance.
As a special treat I scheduled a bit of me time by travelling up earlier than I needed. I thought I could do a bit of work on the plane trip up, go shopping for an hour or two, and then go into the office for the scheduled meeting without feeling too put upon.
Yup. That was my plan.
The weather report assured me that it was going to be 26° and sunny. I pondered on the advisability of wearing jandals on a work day, and sadly wisely decided not to.
I did however, throw aside my work uniform in favour of slightly more summery corporate attire.
On the ride to the airport this morning my phone reaffirmed that it was a nice warm sunny day in the nation's pseudo capital. I considered whether I should start with jewellery out shoes.
When I landed it was warm and calm and not sunny, but still a pleasant day all round. Forty minutes later as I was deposited outside the city office it was raining.
In Christchurch rain is a brief affair. Both in longevity and heft. It flutters around for a few minutes, maybe a half hour if you're lucky, and then it heads off to play somewhere else.
Two hours later the Auckland rain hadn't moved on. It wasn't playful. Remember I mentioned it was calm? Rain splats straight down on you when it's calm. Big warm drops of water. Not flurries. Drops.
I did try to go out in the end. I had only thirty minutes before my meeting, but I thought I'll still give my favorite Auckland jewellery shop a visit.
My shoes squeaked and lost their grip easily on the pavement. There were crowds of people, inconveniently spaced due to their umbrella accessories.
I was on a hiding to nothing so I turned and retraced my footsteps to return to the office. Older. Wiser. Damper.
Thanks Auckland. Right back at ya.
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