At the inter-school maths quiz a couple of weeks ago, most of the teachers from my sons’ school were there, whooping and hollering on the sidelines while the kids in the competition furrowed their brows, trying to concentrate.
I got the golf clubs out at the weekend.
When I opened the dusty green leather bag, I found some old score cards from courses in New Zealand and the UK, a pair of very dated wrap-around sunglasses, and a blue baseball cap that I think belonged to a friend I used to play goat-track golf with, back in the madcap days before kids and mortgages.
Business argues for a bigger say in who regulates a fledgling phone and internet freemarket. They demand assurance the new authority will be independent of government.
Some of us like to think we’re indispensable in our jobs, in our roles in the community. But when we can’t make it into work … well, we discover that life goes on.