When moths collide

Hooray for the news that Amazon warehouse workers in Staten Island have voted to unionise.

Cyclist haters would have loved it.

Despite my myopia, my hindsight is always 20/20.

It was a literal meltdown.

Those whose eyes have not glazed over during ongoing coverage of the Southern District Health Board’s management of colorectal cancer diagnosis would have been shocked by a Health and Disability...

The best thing about the Novak Djokovic entry into Australia saga was the use of the word boondoggle by a commentator describing the whole sorry business.

Is it just me, or is anyone in any shape to make sensible predictions at this time of year, about themselves or anything else?

If there is one thing that can be said for cat’s piddle, it’s that it takes your mind off other things.

It would have been a rude awakening, except I was already awake.

For a while I thought the Auckland-dwelling sister had forgotten her manners.

The shambles which is my house is not always appreciated by visiting family members.

For a moment, I thought our secondary schooling had let us down, again. English, this time.

My Invercargill dining experience promised much but delivered little.

When I found myself vacuuming the floor of the basement, I suspected I had been home alone for too long.

Let's face it. Second time round there is no novelty about lockdown.

Three bowls in, I realise I have come full circle on rice pudding.

Three years ago, I wrote about my non-existent nursing skills.

On the eve of another birthday, I am doing my best to fight my cranky old woman tendencies.