Month: April 2020

Rāhui Day 27 (29): back to odd numbered days. Will the sky fall in? My new laptop arrived and I’ve been battling with the newish technology. Would like to report a win but not quite yet. A long way from not quite yet. Planned to go for a walk but didn’t. Couldn’t quite work out […]

Rāhui Day 28 (30): a 13 hour working day. Cushla took me for a wee walk. I behaved … for the most part. Walking sticks are useful (reminder to self: not with Mr Bridges). Coffee in the sun on the lawn watching some pretty classy shooting. Media given $50m and bitched that it wasn’t enough. […]

Rāhui Day 29 (31): shit, it’s those odd numbers again. Oh well, just have to live through them I guess. Hard to believe it a month since I sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs at Maungakiekie and watched my Cushla coaching, our Finn shooting arrows, and George Corbett trying to strangle me. I […]

Rāhui Day 12 (14): Prepared for an online team meeting this morning but it’s actually tomorrow. Spent a lot of today rewriting handbooks for work. Pretty pleased with them really. Then started a governance report for a board I’m on while Cushla shopped. Talked to a gorgeous human on Skype. She’s getting a puppy so […]

Odd. No same sex couples. And no same sex couples with kids. I choose to see this as some heteronormative oversight that reinforces all the worst stereotypes and not something sinister. Not a ‘heads must roll’ moment but certainly time for a nanosecond’s ‘pause for thought’. On a bad day I would take it on […]

Rāhui Day 10 (12): Body clock chimed all day. Saturday is Youth Archery & club shoot day but not today. A good smattering of nostalgia between the funny Facebook quizzes, some long overdue cleaning, and all that Twitter hate. I give as good as I get on Twitter and I’m actually much funnier than most. […]

Brilliant. As a parent of a now 17 year old young man this issue has worried me since around the time we decided to have a child. I’ve always worried that my generation would be remembered as the one who screwed it all up because we did. Not my tribe, of course, all we wanted […]