V. Foggy this morn. School boring.
I don’t remember having a lot of fog in Auckland. As I have alluded to before, every day was, in my memory, dry and sunny. I guess that is a good thing. I think that the way that you remember the weather being on any trip probably reflects the extent to which you enjoyed that trip.
As for school being boring, well, I find it hard to look back on those days and imagine how it ever could have been boring. Every day brought something new to learn, new to experience. At least twice a week you got to play sports (in truth my favourite part of the week). There were a multitude of people to talk to every day. Compared to the daily grind of working life, of learning to do something and then doing it endlessly day in, day out, school days were halcyon days.