Enamoured of NZ
“What’s my gift,” I questioned in an oleaginous way knowing well it hasn’t been a customary to exchange any for our anniversaries, but what could go wrong gauging your spouse’s thoughts. “Diamonds,” he spluttered; as if , I thought! “When did you last buy me one?” I queried, seemingly unruffled - an art mastered in over two decades of partnership. He scrunched up his left eye and squinted his right guessing desperately, “Michael Hills? But don’t test me with the year,” he solemnly surrendered. “What’s the use though, you don’t put any on,” his eyes danced at the excuse for escaping! “Why settle for one? Give me a field!” I uttered unctuously. “What exactly are you after, spit it out,” his confounded eyebrows were in a frown, bracing up for the impending proposal. I snatched the moment to rummage through 68 open tabs in Chrome fishing out the Viator website on glacier walking - a wild whim I’ve been secretly nurturing for a while. An expected ‘you must be bonkers...