When moths collide

Before I was sidetracked by Jacinda Ardern’s rumoured forthcoming nuptials, I was trying to convince myself I had learned something important last year.

When my companion appeared clasping the cat and interrogating her about gloves, I knew the silly season had hit.

If I was still a teenager, the one thing I would appreciate about the new government would be its plan to ban cellphones in schools.

Hooray for the Murchison A & P Show.

Death does funny things to my logic.

Though it was not my finest hour as a worker, I have talked up my time at the Sydney Opera House.

It was not a good omen, if I believed in such things.

Do not imitate the gullible grandmother.

All these years on, I have no explanation.

My last appointment with a dental hygienist was a disappointment.

In politics, it’s all about the timing.

I know the significance of a road.

The same year Barbie was born, I was 4 and mutilating the only doll I had.

There's nothing like a glitch with email to make me hanker for real mail.

My dander has been getting a fair workout this month.

I am not sure the about-to-be-crowned King would have approved.

Invercargill seemed as good a place as any to indulge in a bit of name-calling.

We might all be tempted to gussy up ourselves to impress.