On Friday afternoon around 5-ish I got Bruvinlaw to drop me into town outside the Other Harf's work where we swapped my stationwagon for the OH's three-door hatchback.

Then I phoned the OH on my mobile and asked him to take a look outside his office window.

"Oh hello...what are you doing here?"
"I'm whisking you away for the weekend!"
"Are you?" I could practically hear the big grin on his face."I'll be down as soon as I can!"

Five minutes later we were on our way to the lovely little town of Paihia in the Bay of Islands, just over an hour's drive away, where we lazed about, drank lots of wine, ate some lovely meals in restaurants and some grownup breakfasts in cafes and did a bit of tiki-touring and souvenir shopping and sleeping-in late.

We sat on Paihia wharf, at 10 o'clock at night, dangling our legs over the side and watched the moonlight sliding across the water.

But the best thing about this weekend? It was just me and the OH.

No child, no DIY, no loud, early-rising nephews or noisy nieces, no gardening or cooking or housework or dogs wanting walks.

I'd forgotten how much I like just being with him.


 


4 And the People said:

Sounds like a lovely time. Me and my OH are way over due for a getaway just for us. Hmmm... My wheels they be turning...

awww that's lovely!

Sounds like a brilliant idea Fi, too bad about the camera, but the Sony pix look great!!

How bloody lovely! Hope you had a fabbo time :o)

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