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Wendyl Nissen: Fawning over the GC's 'hot guy'

The GC distracts Wendyl Nissen during a hunt for warm PJs.

Wendyl Nissen: All too visible unmentionables

Dry your unmentionables by the fire, says Wendyl Nissen.

Wendyl Nissen: Even nanas need a break from chores

Wendyl Nissen goes on an unplanned strike - precipitated by a run-in with a liquid handwash dispenser.

Wendyl Nissen: Barefaced cheeks can fix the world

Hillary Clinton turned up in Bangladesh recently without a skerrick of foundation or mascara, and the world didn't end.

Wendyl Nissen: 'My fear of being single is completely at odds with my feminist leanings'

As barflies scheme to snare Mr Right - or Mr Right Now - serial monogamist Wendy Nissen ponders her own fate.

Wendyl Nissen: Self-serve, or self-serving?

It's better to linger in the supermarket queue, decides Wendyl Nissen.

Wendyl Nissen: The healer within

Wendyl Nissen gets in touch with her spiritual, caring side on a trip to India.

Wendyl Nissen: Hey, Mr Sandman

Wendyl Nissen's ethos: eyes shut, lie down, all day long I won't frown.

Wendyl Nissen: Revised noodles come up trumps with less fat

Wendyl Nissen: Victoria's Secret has got nothing on Brooklyn's stereotypes

Wendy Nissen rides dat subway, heading for the safety of a fragrant, bright pink Victoria's Secret shop.

Wendyl Nissen: Best in her pool

Wendyl Nissen: Cupboard love ... the shame of it

Wendyl Nissen sizes up clothes options in Ponsonby.

Wendyl Nissen: Siri-ously, she really is the one

My life is now complete, writes Wendyl Nissen.

Wendyl Nissen: Good night, Kiwi

You have to be careful where you sit on New Year's Eve, warns Wendyl Nissen.

Wendyl Nissen: First workout's the face reddener

Wouldn't it be great if gyms lowered the wattage in their lights, Wendyl Nissen says, then we could exercise in complete anonymity.

Wendyl Nissen: To bee or not to bee

The sting's in the tail, discovers Wendyl Nissen on her new buzz.

Wendyl Nissen: Sartorially unsuited

Wendyl Nissen wants stylish clothes only her daughter can wear.

Wendyl Nissen: Crab sav? Nope

Wendyl Nissen's greenie ethic takes a knock at the dinner table.