I've been commissioned to write a 1400 word travel piece about some of Welly's quirky/boutique museums. Which is nice but, as so often happens, they need it by last week.
Because I'm currently in a full-time contract, I've spent the last two lunchtimes speed-dating with museums. Today it was Wellington's Museum of City & Sea, a treasure-trove I'm ashamed to say I never knew existed, as well as the strangely compelling Reserve Bank Museum. Yesterday I criss-crossed the city to scoot around the Colonial Cottage.
This weekend I need to knock off another five and then write about them. When did my life become so much fun?