Home again home again.....

After a month in London Auckland seemed a very strange place on Sunday arriving back to a city blacked out like wartime England.  How easily we become accustomed to illuminated buildings, street lighting, etc. and how very odd a city feels without this reassurance of twenty first century living.   There's a quietness that is almost ominous and the footsteps of strangers take on a special menace  as they pace closer in the blackness.   Or maybe I am simply a particularly fearful individual prone to fanciful notions - or on the other hand it could simply have been a massive dose of jetlag.