Well Mother's Day has been and gone and sadly I am still a mother to three highly hormonal life forms, five freakish felines and one dangerously deluded dog.
Despite my many suggestions that the perfect gift would be to be child free, it appears the parasites still believe there is more life to be sucked from me yet and so my pain goes on.
My mother, the withered old crone, was sadly absent, enjoying the hospitality that Wellington Hospital had to offer for a week or so. Home again now after what I believe was a successful surgery, I hope she made the most of the room service, because on our budget it's the closest thing to a catered holiday she's ever going to get.
What a week in the headlines ... so much to comment on. First off and almost begrudgingly, hat's off to Aaron Gilmour. He played the media brilliantly and I for one think that intentionally or not he exacted his utu/revenge upon them beautifully. From the moment I saw the news headlines quoting the carefully orchestrated text messages, I knew the media would swoop in for the kill. Hovering like vultures, the so wrongly predicted fireworks, anger and vengeance. Even David Shearer fell for it, expecting a performance worthy of popcorn and soda. No wonder his ratings for preferred PM are so low. All the while Mr Gilmour got to relish yet more time in the limelight. He certainly got more than his 15 minutes of fame thanks to the media and his parting blow of no story, when we were almost promised sensational headlines, told us more about the media than it did about him.
My opinion of the man remains the same, he's an arrogant bully but credit where credit is due. He turned the tables, enabling himself to leave with a little bit of dignity restored but leaving the media looking like fools.