Because not all Wel­ling­tonista are indes­truct­ible, I was ensconced at home this morn­ing with a touch of a cold.

Actu­ally, a hell of a cold. But I’m per­sever­ing.

And the weath­er helped! It’s mira­cu­lous!

Step­ping out onto Cuba Street, I wandered along to Truffle to buy some pain au chocol­at (they’re frozen, but you can defrost them and cook them for break­fast).

Now, you can believe what you like. But Wel­ling­ton Win­ter­’s aren’t always that bad. It’s the freakin Spring that is truly awful. The winds really start to wind up, and the rain starts.

Today though… today the wind was gentle, the sun was out, and people were out with it.

I heard a young couple talk­ing about who had the most duvet last night. They sauntered past with nary a glance in my dir­ec­tion.

People were all over Cuba St eat­ing in the sun.

That girl with Down Syn­drome was out jug­gling. She’s ter­rible at it, but I flicked her a dol­lar any­way.

That guy who plays the bam­boo flute that looks a lot like a bong was out, play­ing the same tune over, and over, and over, and over.

And I thought to myself, “You know, on a day like this you almost for­get what the Spring is like. This Wel­ling­ton, she is a fickle mis­tress”.