Mothra
I spent last weekend with no cellphone coverage, no internet and in fact no computer at all.
Surprisingly, it appears the world is still rotating.
Phew.
I was in Waikaia, staying with my sister and her hubby at their crib (for non-southerners, a crib is a batch or holiday home).
And falling off the wagon after a 6-month drought brought about by a particularly long course of antibiotics. No cellphone, no internet, but I did have wine. And killer moths.
I’d forgotten just how big the moths grow in that little town. I swear, some of them are as big as budgies and delight at launching themselves at the heads of unsuspecting drinkers.