Ordering a glass of wine at a restaurant around the corner from my home in Auckland had me reflecting on what it must be like to be on the minimum wage.
The glass, a Church Road Grand Reserve, at $22, was at the top of the range but would have taken someone on the minimum wage an hour and a half's work to buy, and that's before tax.
The minimum wage has just been raised by more than most observers were expecting, given that our inflation rate is close to flat lining. A rise of 50 cents an hour to $15.25 is a pay rise of 3.3 per cent, which given the dodgy economic climate, is relatively respectable.
But tell that to someone on it with a couple of kids and paying rent in our biggest city, because most of them won't be paying a mortgage, and they'll laugh all the way to the welfare office.
The few who do have a mortgage will take cold comfort from this country's banks, owned by the Australians, making a combined profit of more than $5 billion dollars last year, a 7 per cent increase on the year before and much of it sucked from the pockets of home owners.