Thirsty Thursday: Forgive me for feeling queasy...
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law.
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law
THIRSTY THURSDAY 39
It’s the time in the holidays when you tell the small one, “Of course you can get a free sound-effect generator app on the iPad” without thinking about the pain and suffering you are about to bring upon your home and family, and when you have put off getting your uniform bits and stationery and new school shoes at the absolutely last of the last minutes, which means that yet again your children will be going to school with no covers on their books, which of course I assume is a red flag for their new teachers who will know that you don’t love your kids at all, not even one little bit.
I just made the thousandth round of toast this year alone and was telling Small One to come and pick it up from the bench and he was too busy playing with the aforementioned hell-spawn sound generator app and so I said “BABE IF YOU DON’T COME AND GET YOUR TOAST THAT YOU WERE SO INVESTED IN MOMENTS AGO THAT YOU BASICALLY DREW ME A DIAGRAM TO SHOW ME HOW IT SHOULD BE CUT I WILL NEVER MAKE YOU TOAST EVER AGAIN” and then I apologised and said, “Sorry, darling, I’m still feeling a bit yuck and grumpy,” and he said, “That’s okay, I know how you old women are”.
You see, after reading Mr mr to filth last week for his behaviour during his major illness, with the send button on my computer still warm to the touch, I began to wither on the vine and was in bed by the time my missive had hit inboxes.
The coughing and the sneezing and the general malaise did me dirty, Ma, and we still had to pack up the whanau for our last trip away for the holidays. Lucky for me we were off to warmer, drier climes up in Otago, where we pottered around in Ranfurly for a few days with the dog in tow. The kids swam in the dam at Naseby and we listened to Burns AM and marvelled at the gentle folded hills and big deep skies while I tried to learn my lines, read books and drained my data doomscrolling and getting all het up about the fascists.
The whole America rubbish has me in a chokehold, more so than last time, because we all saw how infectious the far-right, Fake News bullshit quickly and comfortably found a home right here in our own dear wee country - looking you square in the eyes Reality Check Radio et cetera, et al, et merde, and the slavering anti-vax, scaremonger chungus brigade.
So you’ll forgive me for feeling queasy when upsetting and demoralising executive orders are being dispatched left and far right over there while here our own Government, led by Former Chief Executive Christopher “Loves a good Yank” Luxon, is all a bit “Yars privatisation yars yars” and is too Private School to just give David Seymour a dead arm when he whines to have a turn with the select committee. Suffice to say my leftie alert has gone to screaming, neon pink, and for those of you that may find that sort of thing distasteful then let me tell you, e hoa, you might want to start buying Gaviscon in bulk.
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