In 1987 my daughter and her mum went to

Once she had consumed all the goodies she went into hyper-state and hurtled around the semi-detached back yard like a antipodean Alice in Wonderland. Being the only little person amongst doting grandparents and aunts and uncles the excitement was almost too much. The final part of the Alice in Wonderland bit was when she caught a train to

We then flicked back another generation to find a photo of myself at the age of twenty attending a show put on by the Tokoroa Operatic Society - The Belle of New York.


"Fill my cup what boots it to repeat,
How time is slipping beneath our feet,
Unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday,
Why fret about them,
If today be sweet."