Yawny yawn boring bore

Post where I tell you stuff that doesn't matter or mean anything.

a. I was the one who approached the Maori Party offering them lots of ping to support Labour. They're doing a nice job of covering it up with lots of "he"s and "overseas", but really, I don't mind you knowing that I'm filthy rich and have oodles of money to give away.

b. A very exciting shipment of fabric has arrived from the US of A. I've made some into bags, and it was very fun. I should probably try making stuff to sell though, rather than a million nice shopping bags for myself to get rid of the green Woolies ones (can't be publicly in support of Progressive you know).

c. It is dinner time, and I should be cooking something with the delivery of veges we got from Commonsense, that cost a bazillion dollars for 3 carrots and a banana. Good thing I'm so very wealthy.

d. The lunatics have taken over the asylum, and I need to go before they pull the dining table onto themselves. Turns out a 2 year old and a 4 year old are a DYNAMITE combination. Hence lack of coherent thought and brilliant writing. Or even basic vacuuming.