Georgie Dent

She stood up from her table at the Sofitel ballroom, strode onto the stage and with a single line the room, filled with hundreds of men and women, started clapping rapturously.

What’s happened to Kate Middleton? This is the question that is posed on the cover of a weekly magazine that is currently sitting on the newsstands.

I have been deliberating over this one.

There is never, ever, a good time for a person to kill their partner.

Earlier this year I was one of the many, possibly millions, who couldn’t believe my eyes.

Last year I was on maternity leave with an eight-week old baby when the summer shutdown rolled around.

I can’t imagine I am in the minority having never combined a foot massage with a work meeting.

The day after the recent COAG Tracking Equity Report was published there was some talk of experts being baffled about the results.

This is the third Christmas where I have had to turn my mind to a present for my daughter’s day-care teachers.

During the past two years there are few television shows I have seen more of than Peppa Pig.

For lots of us who work in offices this is the last working week of the year.

I clearly remember my first editor sharing with me the best thing about being a journalist: the people you get to meet.