I've fallen in love again with the same man I loved a long time ago - James Taylor.
He and Carole King are travelling the world and I was lucky enough to see their concert in Christchurch.
What a man!
My own darling slept through the first half, thanks to having given in to peer pressure and had too much pinot; and then sang in the second half. I do love my husband, but darling James is much much better at singing.
And I haven't yet had a chance to give my mother a bit of a tune-up.
She is just five years older than Carole King and the lazy old thing hasn't ever done a concert like that.
To be honest, I don't think five years ago, or even 25 years ago she'd have been able to shimmy round the stage to Locomotion like Carole.
I drove home alone on a perfect Saturday singing along to Shower the People and Sweet Baby James at the top of my voice.
Mount Cook looked very pleased to be serenaded by this demented, middle-aged woman.
This same woman arrived home on Saturday night to host a dinner party that she didn't need to cook one bit of.
Nicky Martin is quite simply the best baklava maker in the world, and at this time of the year when everyone is frantically using up last season's walnuts and hazelnuts, I can only recommend trying to make some baklava yourself. It won't be as nice as Nicky's but never mind.
Nicky is also the proud owner of our own favourite communist, Jeff Williams.
He got me all excited telling me to come to Lake Hayes for the regatta.
I whizzed down there on a beautiful autumn Sunday morning thinking I was seeing all the wooden boats doing what they consider racing.
I love those boats: they all sink and capsize and nothing makes me happier than other people's boating mishaps.
It makes me realise we are not alone in the world of not-very-competent boaties.
So it was a bit disappointing to find it was all those talented young rowers in beautifully maintained, quite modern skiffs.
Not a single drama.
I mean, what's the point?
But it did look gorgeous.
Lake Hayes is so ridiculously beautiful any time of the year, but particularly right now.
Go and enjoy the Lake Hayes track.
On that note, we are all so glad that Jim Boult's Environment Court dramas are over.
If you see him, remember what a great gift he has given our community.
And another person who has given so much is Pip Smith.
She and her delicious Fred are in town at the moment on a quick visit before Fred (now 9) goes in for his big operation.
For those of you who don't know, Pip ran the Montessori schools and Poppets for about 15 years here.
Fred starred in the Nativity play the year he was born - I mean really starred: he was Jesus with a deliciously modern and novel take, still attached to his oxygen tank as he lay in his straw-filled manger.
Good luck with the operation, Fred, and the whole Montessori community here will be thinking of you.
I know I told you all about Warhorse by Michael Morpurgo and I am sorry it sold out so fast everywhere, but you all went and bought too many copies.
I don't really like horses. I prefer to buy them by the kilo in brown paper parcels in France, but there is another great horse book I just read, also with an Anzac theme.
It's called Brave Bess by Susan Brocker.
To be perfectly honest, I didn't much enjoy the writing style, but the story is terrific - 3700 horses left New Zealand to fight in World War 1, and do you know how many came back?
This is about Bess, the only one to return.
Needless to say, it's another tearjerker but all true, and just as good for adults to appreciate as children.
Still on that cheery old war theme, do read Blood and Sand by Frank Gardner.
Gardner was the BBC security correspondent who was shot and paralysed by Islamist gunmen.
This is his story of his fascination and love for the Arab world, even after what has happened to him. He gives the clearest analysis of the war on terror I've ever read, and helps to understand the problems from both sides.
I am reading the Middle East news reports with quite different eyes after finishing this book.
Thanks, John Watson for recommending it - it's brilliant.
