Today I'm going to start with the hundreds of Australians who don't care about anyone but themselves.
The ones marching, fighting with police, punching horses, the selfish ones who think they should be allowed to do what ever they please no matter what the consequences.
And there will be consequences to this march against the Covid lockdown in Sydney. I bet not one person in that march has lost someone to the pandemic sweeping the world.
If they had they would know that marching the streets screaming for their "rights" is the best way to spread the disease and they wouldn't have been there in the first place.
That was bad enough but the violence took this march to another level. I read a few comments on Facebook from people saying they hoped no one fighting with the police ever needed their help because why should they go to the aid of people who have turned their hand against them.
The truth is though that they would because that's what the police both in Australia and here do. They help.
I have some family in Sydney, an aunt, cousins and their children. One in particular is struggling with the lockdown. She can't see her children or her grandchildren but she's doing her bit to keep everyone safe. She's sticking to the rules so you can imagine how she feels about this protest.
Another person I know, who is from South Africa, is too afraid to go on social media because every time she does she reads about the death of someone she knows.
If these protesters really want their freedom - fine - send them to a country ravaged by Covid and see how free they feel to then.
Thanks to their actions it's more than likely that everyone in New South Wales will have to stay in lockdown for longer.
Meanwhile, here in New Zealand, we are lucky enough to be enjoying going out and about and my goodness everyone in Hawke's Bay seemed to be doing exactly that over the weekend.
On Saturday I went to the Puketapu Pub for lunch with the school girls. It was packed but that didn't faze the staff one little bit. The service was absolutely fantastic, as was the food.
As usual we had lots of laughs, especially when a certain person whose watch was "running out of time" last time we met, ran out of time again — new watch and all.
She was the driver and we arrived at her place at the arranged time of 11am. Here she was with her husband coming in from the orchard.
"What the hell are you doing here so early, it's only 10 o'clock" she said pointing at her watch.
Ummm no it's 11 o'clock. "Oh hell," her husband said. "I've missed out on smoko."
Then on Sunday I took four children for a walk down Irongate Stream, with a rubbish bag. We filled it within minutes and they were so proud of themselves.
After walking for about 20 minutes, stopping to watch newly born lambs but making sure we didn't get too close so the mum wouldn't run away, we headed home covered in mud, and a few itchy red spots from the stinging nettle.
But they decided they weren't going to think about a little sting because "we saved an eel or two today" they said with pride.