Pete gets back from Manila on Friday and he’s telling me about it while we drink red wine and try to ignore the baby and I’m listening a bit like you do with half an ear, cause it’s work and blah blah blah blah but then I hear him say
‘….and so I’m staying at this hotel and it’s posh and you know it’s posh cause when you pull up in your car they take out a little mirror and check underneath for bombs…’
WHAT”?! I says,
what? he says.
and i have to laugh because that’s what denotes posh in Manila. They got the courtesy to check your car for bombs.
Again, I love you New Zealand.
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