By gum, that's better!
About 10:30 on Saturday night, I thought “fuck it, I can’t take this anymore” and drove home filled with, not rage but sorrow and regret and anger at the Labor Party smarties who managed to completely fuck-up not just one but two outstanding Labor leaders* and also with that weird flatulence you get from eating too many election day sausages.
When I got home, the house was dark and everybody was sleeping.
I went into The Boy’s bedroom and watched him in his pirate pyjamas; his little chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Then I went to bed and had a long lie in before getting up to a big breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs the next morning.
Everything looks better after a big breakfast of bacon, toast and eggs.
*Here’s 30 cents boys – see if you can find another social democratic government elsewhere to ruin.