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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Tuesday, 29 March 2011

29 March 2011.


So, after Alana's wedding (which was very nice, though had some slight repercussions) I decided to head up to Christchurch and visit dad. While there I ended up falling in to a somewhat accidental relationship with someone far too young (even breaking club rules (half-age plus seven)). I'm a monster, and utterly unconvinced I want things to be happening there. But well, such things happen.
Six weeks ago today I went up to Wellington for two weeks, staying with Tim apart from a few days I spent up the Hutt with Tina. It was a very good escape, and meant that five weeks ago when the big quake hit Christchurch causing death and destruction I was far enough away to not feel a thing. Four weeks ago I got back, and have done not that much since but weirdly been uncomfortably busy considering I can think of nothing I've actually done. My ball and chain has visited twice, once for a week and once for about ten days.