Not even a fortnight into 2021 and I'm ready to build a bunker in the back yard, mostly for the cat. We have had fireworks but I forgot the Day for Dickheads when we waste money Australia hasn't got.
The cat's been having a bad time. Nearly killed himself yesterday by crawling into a king size doona cover, not being able to find his way out, panic. I could hear a tiny meow of fear, looked everywhere and wondered if he had gone out in the heat and was stressed. Then I saw the cover move. I could not find the open end, because he had rolled the damn thing into a ball and it was a matter of trying to straighten it flat with the lump still not helping. By the time he staggered out he was distressed and drank nearly a bowl of water.
It didn't help that I accidentally stood on his tail later on.
I will be glad when the 20th is over and maybe Biden can get on with the job of making America human again. And why are Australians in the Liberal Party going on about how great the Mad Mango still is. They haven't done a thing for poor people in this country. Scummo is on holidays again so he hasn't pulled his party into line. What a surprise!
Dan Andrews cut his holidays short, Albanese, one car crash, couple of days in hospital and he's back on the job.
Boris seems intent on killing most of Britain without having a war. I have a wonderful vision of Queen Liz complete with ceremonial (just sharpened) sword standing at the door of 10 Downing st. and politely asking Boris to step outside.
And another thing, why are the mosquitos the size of 747s this year? Covid is enough without Dengue fever wanting a spot in the limelight.