And so it goes

I came home tonight to find an empty nest. I immediately feared the worse. That ginger cat is always lurking about but Girl O' Sea tells me that she saw a chick perched precariously on the edge of the nest this morning. Its sibling had already made the leap into the void. I hope that they both made the transition to flight successfully and that I will soon see them hunting worms in around my freshly turned garden beds. After the disappointments of the cabbage experiment I have decided to give beetroots and onions a go. Fingers crossed on both counts.

Girl O' Sea came home tonight with the latest twig in our own nest. A Le Creuset casserole dish the colour of the sun setting over the Indian Ocean in high summer. 5 shades of glorious orange. Girl O' Sea is already imagining it being passed on through the generations of our future family. I am imagining Saturday night and the promised first serving of osso bucco.

I watched the last of The Howard Years series last night. It left me with some very strong emotions. Firstly, I felt a great sense that I personally had not done enough to try and counter what was going on during that dark period, especially with regards to asylum seekers. Seeing the pictures of those kids behind razor wire in the middle of the dessert made me want to cry but what had I done at the time other than to cast a vote every 3 years or so? Thankfully others showed the commitment needed and politicians like Petro Georgiou, Bruce Baird, Judi Moylan and others stood up for their convictions. Hopefully now will be the time for liberals, in the small 'l' sense, to have their time on that side of politics.

Secondly, I was overwhelmed by what an absolute girl's blouse Peter Costello is. I had some sympathy for the man prior to watching the doco but now I can see that he brought it all on himself by not taking the opportunities presented to him. His interviews for the doco could have been replaced by him just sitting there and screaming "Its just not fair" because that is what he wanted to tell the nation. Such a grab for sympathy. Sorry Pete but you were always going to be the side-kick.

My third point should just be titled "The Handshake". Can any Labor supporter watch the footage of Latham and Howard outside of that radio studio without cringing? Why didn't the then Member for Werriwa just remove his other member from his pants and be done with it? I still do hold onto my signed copy of "Civilising Capital" though. Although it is unreadable it does remind me of the day that I almost told Latham that I was going to work for him when he finally became PM. That would have been a good career move.

I will try to refrain from using the C-bomb in this blog normally, so turn away now if you are easily offended, but I thought it at the time and the doco only reinforced my opinion that Peter Reith was one of the biggest cunts to ever shame Australian politics.