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The Hungry hungry Health Secretary
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Political Caption Competition
I don’t need to carry in KFC and pretend to care when it’s not a climate event
… Cream at Christmas is a treat, just like the oranges in the foot of our Christmas stockings were as children, and oranges, more common nowadays, still evoke magical memories for me. I have one poss Commerce Commission complaint lined up; last time I engaged with them it was by telephone, and they were pleasant to talk with back then.
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I can’t afford NZ cream. Perhaps we can import it from Italy from where the supermarket gets tiramisu or Germany from where Pam’s gets cheesecakes to supermarkets according to the package, e&oe. Everything has a hole in it these days – complain to the Commerce Commission – cosily called ComCom – if you are lacking one, don’t be short-changed.
Ah, the old tiger moth days when folk went to church on Sundays and shared a hot roast afterwards were ever so much better than these days of codlin moths burrowing into bureaucratic heads rather than be part of Granny’s Apple Pie with cream.