Try leaving the country for three weeks...by the time we made it to Auckland, I was copping a serious "jones" and running the risk of severe neck injury by craining around to see if it was a 123 or a 126 every time I heard that oh-so-lovely 'klatta, klatta, klatta.' The second thing I did after arriving home from the antipodes (first was a 30+ minute pet-fest with the pooches) was to fire off Marlene and go for a spin around the neighborhood.

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Never a dull moment at Berry Hill Farm.