i stole a whole heap of wellington people including Tony and Talei and imported them to Thames. we watched Donnie Darko and Watershipdown in homage to the easter hare. we shashed the faces of chocolate bunnies as they were not the real hare, and ate with delight the chocolate chicken. the real chickens outside did not notice the festivities, except the extra left over food that was thrown outside. (i live in ruru rural). the liquor is a good number of numbness and i desire the lovely warmth of wellington. but there is more to offer in the extremities of experience, and i can not return yet. but Oestra/Estara, and Oschtra Haws will be our companions these evenings...