Matthew Henry John Bartlett

After skiing on Monday last week, we drove to Turangi to bathe in the hot pools. We stopped at the BP/BK for dinner. I had some sandwhiches left over that i hadn’t eaten on the mountain, so i ate them while the others ordered their meal. Someone had left a NZ Herald lying on the table i was sitting at, so i flicked through it. I read all the birth/death/marriage notices. One old lady who had died had about ten different obituaries addressed to her. I want to live a ten-obituary life.