Big shout-out to my 6.45am bus driver, who waited patiently at a bus stop for me to return my freshly escaped dog to our abode. I was totally gobsmacked to look down and see her snuffling around cheerfully beside me as if she was planning on going to work on public transport. She is a *huge* dork. And she has an unerring instinct for finding fresh holes in our crappy old fence.

I must be premenstrual, because a particular portion of the latest Bic Runga single, 'Listening for the Weather', makes my throat tight and I can't sing along properly. I mean, yeah, it's a pretty enough song, but Jesus Christ. Inappropriate tearfulness is always a key pointer!