I love the smell of an election in the morning… not!
I don’t get politics. I just don’t. Okay? I don’t understand the mechanics or the machinations, I don’t know my senate from my double dissolution, from my hung parliament. I don’t understand the greed. I don’t understand the dishonesty. It’s as simple as that.
My partner was born in Canberra. He lives and breathes the stuff. It’s like second English to him.
His disbelief in my disinterest borders on embarrassment. I think he sees me as a recalcitrant teen who wants to eat off clean crockery, but won’t do the dishes. Or cook the dinner. Or pay for the food.
I frustrate him to the enth…READ MORE