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<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Reality bites

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Playing with fire

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Conspiracy theory

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Beware the smug bug

<i>Wendyl Nissen:</i> Comic relief

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Comic relief

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Intermission's over

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Lost opportunity

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Mummy long legs

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Spore thing

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Mother of an afternoon

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Fowl play with Matilda

Mum's the word

Modern society acknowledges that working mothers do two jobs.

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Humour Mum's the word

War and peace

I finished writing a book this week. There are 74,945 words assembled into 12 chapters, which should leave me with a nice sense of achievement, but there is nothing nice about it.

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Maybe baby

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Fat in the fire

"When Karl Lagerfeld makes a call, then we can be sure it's really going to happen," said my daughter as she prepared for school.

<i>Wendyl Nissen</i>: Give peace a chance