The edges of beauty

The edges of beauty

Bula, greetings from the South Pacific………. It’s hard to conceive how far New Zealand is from the rest of the world until you want to get away. If you fancy a change of scene, respite from winter, have a burning want to drink in another culture or want to...
Is it age or rage?

Is it age or rage?

There’s something of a role reversal emerging here at Domestic Executive HQ. But not in the way you might ordinarily imagine. Alas, no-one has yet stepped up to take over the ironing. Instead, I’ve taken up the mantle of owner of speakers’ corner and custodian...
The curse of the cursor

The curse of the cursor

There’s a blinking cursor on the screen. Winking at me. Throbbing rhythmically like a resting heartbeat.  The longer that I stare at it, the emptier my mind becomes. The cursor seems competitive, challenging me to write and the longer I stare at it, the...