Give ma a snake any day over the humble New Zeland sandfly.

Road Rage has nothing on Feedback Rage, that boiling vipers’ pit of online rants, taken to a whole new level post Covid.

Whatever you do, don’t try and engage a ChatBot in conversation. They’re simple creatures at heart and only have so many programmed responses.

Our new solar panels mean a giddy shift from not thinking about our energy consumption to obsessing with it.

If you’re not worm farming yet, it’s time.

Driving on the other side of the road is hair-raising enough, but layer in a barrage of helmetless moped riders zipping in and out of every lane and it’s hard not to clutch your seat belt to your chest.

The winter Olympics have ended, leaving us with that vague sense we too could take up bobsleighing, if only we could sprint, had quad muscles the size of rocket launchers and lived in a cold climate.

Never regret growing older. After all, what’s the alternative?

Who needs a science degree and years of research experience with Google at our fingertips?

What to do with the oversized furniture, the family album collection and all the gear in the shed? Who’s going to sort through the kitchen draw full of Allen keys, screws and plastic plugs left over from your build-at-home furniture you’ve saved ‘just in case’?

The US electoral race was close not because of polarisation, voter fraud or division. It all came down to the candidates’ names.