Getting on the first flight out of Nelson yesterday morning.

Being the sophisticated, polished big-city gent that I am, I insist that Mrs jb boards the aircraft first, but obviously don’t think to give her the boarding passes.

She doesn’t get far.

Mandy (at the top of the stairs) is referred to husband-bringing-up-the-rear who purportedly has them.

“Well” she said “I knew you’d be good for something….”

6:50am is decidedly too early for flippancy of this severity……