
Wondering in Waikino: Don’t Just Do Something … Sit There
Most of us would be familiar with the sayings, ‘Don’t just sit there, do something!’, or ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop’, a slightly more sinister version.

Most of us would be familiar with the sayings, ‘Don’t just sit there, do something!’, or ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop’, a slightly more sinister version.

Tuesday, October 7th started off with a stint in the dentist’s chair, never a great start to any day, but way better than what transpired later in the day.

I enjoyed my boat trips down the wondrous Napali coast of Kauai, especially when my Whitianga friend Graham was skipper.

I first encountered Keegan shortly after relocating to New Zealand. I’d developed a persistent penchant – one that endures – for the occasional indulgence in the decadent temptations of local bakeries.

My own life began in a situation of dishonesty which I outlined in a previous Coromind article. My parents suddenly married and hightailed it to London so my mum could give birth to me free from prying eyes …

Most of us would be familiar with the sayings, ‘Don’t just sit there, do something!’, or ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop’, a slightly more sinister version.

Tuesday, October 7th started off with a stint in the dentist’s chair, never a great start to any day, but way better than what transpired later in the day.

I enjoyed my boat trips down the wondrous Napali coast of Kauai, especially when my Whitianga friend Graham was skipper.

I first encountered Keegan shortly after relocating to New Zealand. I’d developed a persistent penchant – one that endures – for the occasional indulgence in the decadent temptations of local bakeries.

My own life began in a situation of dishonesty which I outlined in a previous Coromind article. My parents suddenly married and hightailed it to London so my mum could give birth to me free from prying eyes …