Here is yesterday’s attempt at a salmon en croute which as you can see looks more like a Gregg’s Steak Bake but there you go. Still tasted nice.

Let’s not dwell on the Dog Turd Potato, which were supposed to be elegant Duchess potatoes if my wussy hands could have piped the mashed potato properly.

Visitor to the garden this morning. Love hearing their calls, so distinctive.

So Jacinda’s had enough and decided to step down as PM. Don’t blame her, what with everything she’s had to deal with over the past 5 years. It would have worn anyone out.

There’s a very real chance the next PM might live a couple of streets away (Chris Hopkins) which shows what a small place NZ is!

I’m thinking this could be The Duchess’s time to shine. We all know she’s been planning her own World for decades, so I might start a campaign for her to take over.

Mind you she’s always said she’d put contraceptive in the water so could be a radical change of policy.

Whatever happens I’m grateful our little country had a smart, empathic grown up in charge through the Covid years, and hope we don’t fall for the populist bullshitters that have infected the rest of the Western countries.

It’s been a tough day for our furbaby.

First I woke her up early and followed her round the garden wielding a ladle, waiting for a chance to catch a wee sample (so much easier for humans).

Then I left her at the vets for the day where she got sedated, scanned, prodded and her tongue operated on (cutting back some unwanted frenulum tissue causing her to Drool excessively).

Now the poor dear is wandering around the house restlessly, emitting a neverending string of bloody drool while we gently wipe her face with kitchen roll.

Now waiting on blood test results to find out why she’s anaemic and has a thinning “rat’s” tail – current thinking is an autoimmune disease called Addison’s which at least is treatable. Fingers crossed things go well and the drool subsides soon.

The dog is hiding under the table because she’s scared of a fly. She’ll bark at humans and warn off other dogs twice her size down the park. But if a noisy fly starts dive bombing her she’s off. Can’t blame her, I’m like that with wasps.

Interesting piece of weedkiller art at the entrance to our suburb. Looks like someone pissed off their gardener, hope it wasn’t us!

Always fun when a Kiwi question comes up on a British quiz show!

I’ll go B, final answer.