Kia ora Koutou, some things are puzzling.
Why have I never heard a farmer say sorry for ruining a river? I’ve heard them get defensive about fixing them up, heard them sounding irritated and apprehensive re the cost, but never ever heard them saying a word about their role in causing the problem.
Why did secondary schools drop woodwork and/or stop giving this option to those who want to work as builders, who want to work with wood as carvers or wood–turners?
Why are there no yellow jerseys for sale? No yellow shirts? No yellow shoes?
Why has basil had such a long season this year? I finally pulled the plants out because although they looked lush and vividly green, the leaves were very tough.
Why do people on mobility scooters go past my place at such high speed? And do they come with horns or bells because I’ve never heard one?
Which leads me to another question. Are there courses/lessons on driving safely for those who buy a mobility scooter? Or is the money simply pocketed with a cross your fingers good luck to all pedestrians, people using walkers or those in wheelchairs?
Why would anyone pay $495 to hear Hilary Clinton?
A friend had a question for me this week. ‘Why does my rice pudding never taste as good as my mother’s?’
Answer: Because the milk we buy in the supermarket is so damn thin. When our mothers made rice puddings or bread and butter puddings, the milk they used was full cream. If you want to make a milky pudding, eg egg custards, bread & butter pudding, you need to use cream instead of milk if you want the authentic taste. The cream we buy is only a whisker creamier than the milk I used to buy from the milkman so its perfect for a baked custard or pudding.
Leaving aside so-called cream or so-called milk, maybe the real question is…To make milk puddings or not to make milk puddings? Now there’s a question…
