Too much to do, too much going on, too many people needing things, and a broken car.

Not just a broken car, but the only VW Golf in New Zealand with this one broken bit that only could be replaced out of Germany!

It is never good to be on the receiving end of the conversation that starts with 'you'd better sit down for this'

So not only was it going to be expensive it was also going to take nearly a month.

Dark became gloomy, and silver-linings were hard to find.

Saturday I had a wedding out on the Peninsula, about 80km of winding hilly roads away.

My assistant , Lillian, was going to bring her car for the trip.

But Jo had different plans and organised another option.

the TD2000 replica

She snuck out of the studio and picked up this little number for me.

Somehow driving this car made me Mr Popular. People I didn't know would wave and smile. It was not possible to feel dark.

I had parked on the way, to buy some wedding supplies (Coke, Chocolate, Muesli Bars, and Water), within seconds somebody had stopped, got out of their own car, and was nodding nostalgically as they talked about owning one in a  previous life.

At the wedding It was not a problem parking right in front of the venue, and during the wedding I went from being 'the photographer' to 'the photographer with THAT car'.

Unfortunately I had to give it back.

But for one day I was King of the Road. (In a Replica roadster kind of way).

Thanks

Johannes

Why scream into a paper bag?

I am certain there must be a therapeutic advantage ... but surely the release of your angst into an open environment is far more beneficial.

But what if someone were to hear you?

I had breakfast with my godson on Sunday. Waffles with fresh Strawberries

Oscar is crawling standing and stumbling.   He has learnt the power of screaming ...he doesn't see the need for a paper bag.

If anybody comes near he will look them in the eye, confirm their participation, even feign a small smile to draw you into a sense of being loved back ... then there is a blink, a rapid welling up of tears, and he lets rip with a rush of blood and the loudest wail!

He wants to be heard! Is it a call for help? or an ingenious test for parents!

He is not worried about what people think of him he just wants to make sure that they do!

Then there is just that time of the year when in an effort to maintain your composure amongst the chaos of Christmas traffic and the thin red line between calm and mayhem, you just wish that you had a bag to scream into so that when you face your clients you can maintain an appearance of things being under control.

Today, our last day of business before Christmas, is one of those days. ... its not the clients, its the crazy stuff that happens in town!