I enjoyed a small moment of triumph this week as I stuck a newspaper report under my therapist's nose.
"See!" I smugly uttered. "Here are the first inklings that a vast number of ordinary Kiwi citizens have not only been spied on by the GCSB but there's the possibility that personal files has been passed on to a foreign intelligence agency!"
"You have no proof of that," my headshrinker wearily replied.
"So, why has the GCSB refused to say whether data known as 'selectors of interest' has or has not been passed on to the sinister-sounding Five Eyes Intelligence Network?" I retorted, rising from the couch and furtively peering through the window to make sure I hadn't been followed on my weekly visit to the clinic.
Across the road, Mr Whippy was busy serving ice creams to children leaving school.