A special thankyou also to Sir John Key for taking a chance on a stroppy young backbencher from Canterbury and for your being an inspiration to me every single day that you served in office. When I started here as a young fresh-faced MP, I thought it was highly likely that the Prime Minister wouldn't really have a clue who I was. Just a few months into my first term, I found out that he certainly did, when I stepped on to the treadmill in the Parliament gym early one morning, only to find it had been left going at warp speed by the previous user and I found myself jettisoned through the air, swearing like a sailor, to land, quite literally, at John's feet while he was doing weights. He looked down at me, somewhat bemused, smiled, and said, "Are you right, Amy? Be a bit careful, our ACC budgets are tight." I can tell you, I don't recommend it as a way to improve name recognition.