Things That Make You Go Argh

After practically crashing out on the last two days due to getting home from work too late (we're talking 90 minutes to get a train from Porirua to P'Ram, people!), I've decided to move the Saturday posts to Sunday. Still, that's no excuse for posting on Monday, but I assure you if I tried posting last night I would still be asleep now.
Let's talk about what happened.

Due to our extended family being together for a couple of weeks, we all decided to go out to the Botanical Gardens for the day. That was the original plan, then it changed.
I had some time before we left, so I charged my PSP and looked up the event we were planning to go to at the Gardens on the family laptop, and it had been cancelled due to the bad weather.
This led us to suggest going to Te Papa, which everyone was interested in, but then the sudden suggestion to take the cable car from Lambton Quay and picnic in a sheltered spot in the Gardens led Master Six to start packing a sad since he wanted to go to Te Papa.

We left anyway, with Ms S spelling to everyone that we were still taking the C-C to the B-O-T-G. That was the plan, until we were driving past Johnsonville when the weather got worse. The next suggestion was to have the picnic in the airport. Yes, that's right - Wellington Airport, of all places.

Everyone thought it was an intriguing idea except Miss Fifteen who insisted on staying in the car. Everyone else left for the terminal except for me, since I was having second thoughts also. The time went quickly, we passed the time humming theme songs from the last two decades, and playing word tennis.

Apparently the rest made an impression, there were people talking about the spontaneous picnickers across the terminal. It didn't seem too bad; we didn't know anyone that came through so it was considered a social success by Miss Fifteen.

Then the afternoon went downhill.

Going to Te Papa for a while seemed like a good idea, we split into two groups, and set off. We started at the top and worked our way down, although this was relatively sped up by Master Six practically dragging us along - Ms S said he had the "attention span of a gnat", or in simpler terms, the "attention span of something that looks like a mosquito but actually isn't". He's six, so we'll let him live a little - he's still at the "Scenario 4" stage of life.

Mind you, it has been worse - The last time we tried a family outing we changed location three times and got a speeding ticket.

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