Wrinkled

Spent a gorgeous four hours or so last night drinking champagne in a spa pool until around midnight.  A friend is house sitting up in Roseneath, so half a dozen of us had a small gathering there.  The house is amazing, and the spa pool over looks the harbour with an amazing view.

As expected though, when you finally get out of the water, you are more wrinkled than a Winston voter.  I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in a spa pool quite so long before.