So, here I am in Wellington, by the skin of my teeth. When I got on the plane from Sydney I discovered, to my horror, that the NZ landing form asks you if you have ever been denied entry to any other country. You can’t lie when answering such questions there days — you never know what information might get shared between countries. So I spent a very nervous half hour or so being grilled by NZ immigration people. Thankfully they let me in. I’ll have more to say about this when I have had time to calm down and am less busy, but for now I’m just very happy to be here.