From Dad to Mum via Christchurch Airport, Auckland Airport and a trip in the car.

So, the guys at the national cargo depot at Auckland airport laughed at me.

"Who's the semen for?" they asked.

"Me," was my clumsy reply.

"I mean, me for my horse."

Good save Mo.

I think I was a little flustered because in my quest to find the national cargo depot I'd stopped in at the NZPost depot.

You should have seen the look they gave me when I asked "is this where I pick up air freighted cargo"

"Like what?" they'd asked.

"Ah... horse semen?" was the reply I managed to squeak out.

Their only reply was "I think you're in the wrong place."

Indeed.

When you arrive I place you in the passenger seat next to me and wonder - how carefully does one have to drive fresh semen? Is too much jostling and lane changing a bad idea? Will it reduce the chances of making it?

Then I figured, well, you'd just spent an hour or so in a plane so you must be a little resilient. I thought about putting your seatbelt on... but the cargo guys were still watching and I thought they'd had enough free laughs for one morning.