Hello. Are you still there? Of course you are. We’re all still here, stuck in this locked airless room with the stopped clock.
By the time you read this, somebody might have unlocked the door and fixed the clock. We may have a government. Or we may not. Who knows? If anybody does know, they’re staying schtum.
Even Act leader David Seymour, whose lips usually flap faster than a ventriloquist’s dummy – which, come to think of it, he rather resembles – appears to have sealed his own mouth with Super Glue. He has even forfeited having (yet another) swipe at New Zealand First leader Winston Peters. And there was one for the having.
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