The moths are out to get me. I'm convinced of it. They've found out how many column centimetres I've written about butterflies in recent weeks and they're miffed.
And that’s another weekend come and gone again. Welcome back for another five-day stretch of the weird and wonderful, the bewildering and bedevilling, the nonsensical and nutty.
Firstly, an apology. I'm sorry I said I couldn't wait for colder weather. Be careful what you wish for. I certainly didn't want the entire country plunged a couple of months' prematurely into winter.
Among those at the Wellington commemorations of the 50th anniversary of the Wahine tragedy yesterday, there would have been quite a few who noticed the appropriateness of the weather.A freezing...
Have you ever noticed that some of the big events in history just resonate for various reasons, even if you weren’t there at the time or perhaps not even born yet?
Do people still give way to the right at roundabouts? I only ask because an intensive study I did on Monday morning in Maori Hill would seem to indicate an answer of ''no''.
We had a lovely visit to Oamaru at the weekend and stayed in a crib at Kakanui. Apart from a grey Saturday with a very nippy wind off the ocean, it was an enjoyable and much-needed break, if too...
Welcome back for another week of bits and pieces, flotsam and jetsam, this and that, scuttlebutt, spiders, butterflies, general irritations and old stuff.
I was discomknockerated to read of the death earlier this week of English comedian Ken Dodd. The well-known Liverpudlian, with the manically teased hair and possibly the best-known buck teeth in...