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I’ve been wandering around Nelson for a week now, looking for the famous Meg and Ben.
Every Japanese couple I spy (and there are a lot…), I approach and say “Hi Meg, hi Ben”
Mostly they just run off.
Some call the police, resulting in a couple of chats with Trevor Plod, so I’ve had to revert to a new tactic.
Advertising.
Not many takers, though.
None at all, in fact…
You Must Be From Away 
>I’m afraid even I would not know you if you approached me in this T-shirt, but I’ve not been seen much because on the Thursday before Easter, I fell off from a stepping board at the gym, from the height of about 2cm, and though I was good that evening, I’ve been hobbling around in pain, and contemplating whether I should weave a commission piece on this ankle. Yeah, awfully long contemplating. But I just do it, before we leave for Dunedin bright and early on Thursday where I’ll be sitting and listening to presentations on textiles and Ben will play Conference Husband. Fancy a coffee at the Red on Wednesday by any chance?