whilst doing our pre-packing checks i spotted this potato on esther's window sill.  not only is it quite hideous (it's not aged well) but i suspect it would fail the NZ 'no food' rule.

we're in a strange half world of things being taken away from us but still being here.  we ate mostly biscuits yesterday.

it's funny how you can summarise someone's life in a few boxes.  the words on these say it all