Hello from Masterton! We’re on the road for the last time before Mary-Margaret leaves the country, making some visits, saying some goodbyes.

I was going to write something about birdsong and dead elephants, but time and deadlines have come rushing up behind me and given me a fearful mugging. So instead I want to share with you something I wrote just before The Plague and which I realised was freshly topical when my mate Finlay suggested after Friday’s edition that it would have been good if you’d written a riff on Seymour making that joke at the airport. Here’s the next best thing. Take it away, Mike Hosking.

Mike Hosking loves a bath bomb

YW Magazine, Apr 04 2020

Surely I can't be the only one who gets uncomfortable when people go on and on and on about needing me time.