The Pot of Water Is on the Stove, the Frog Is in It and the Heat Is on
Just as the 1980s were taking their final gasp of breath a family friend, a Christian, a lady of advancing years and a farmer’s wife from the back blocks, told my parents in all seriousness: you should not send your son to university in Wellington, because there they are all communists. Of course, I was … Continue reading The Pot of Water Is on the Stove, the Frog Is in It and the Heat Is on
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