Took a double-decker into Auckland the other day and felt as if we had been  hibernating - so much had changed.  Commuters joined, full of youth and energy - then sat silent, plugged into audio temples of their choice. Choice - and fragile freedoms - but at what price when their future may be unaffordable?   Maybe that's why they tune out.

 

For sale – sort of

The old bloke lived in an equally ancient villa in Mt Albert. It was, like him, in need of loving care – or that’s what we felt when he opened the door, bewhiskered and a little dazzled by the sudden light.

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