villa door world to end another busy week. Not so hip and cool this one but a beautiful shade of blue to match that stained glass.
I'm distracting myself from the 'open warfare' and 'blood letting' of the week... overused cliches but they actually do best describe Australian federal politics this week.
In my real job I do not gaze at lovely interiors and critique front doors, I dabble in the political world in as a journalist. Part of me usually loves the thrill of a political story like the Gillard and Rudd #respill. (That's the twitter hashtag that's caught on - I like #kevenge).
As a political yarn it's a belter but I'm sick of it. I was sick of it before it became more than just a rumour in a few weekend newspapers.
I want Labor to sort themselves out. I want the Opposition to stop sniping. I want to feel inspired, even just a little, and led by our leaders.
Anyway this is not work and I am not at work today so back to that door.
I don't want to be critical but (don't you dread sentences that begin with 'I don't want to be cruel/rude/racist?).... it needs a bigger doormat. I guess if they'd known I planned to take a picture they'd have rushed out and bought one.
If some local blogger is planning a walk-by to snap my door, please wait.
You can barely see my doormat for the leaves, acorns and stones collected on the way home from school and discarded and webs from the army of arachnids settling in on the verandah.
I've been waiting weeks for the broom fairy to visit but I may just have to don the tutu myself. Or bribe the husband.
Now that's a nicer picture to leave you with than Kaptain Kruddy, Juliar and the Mad Monk.**
Happy weekend. x
*My apologies to those overseas who didn't even know people would bother fighting to be in charge of a far off land like Australia. We do have more money than Greece and a mining magnate richer than the Queen of England.
**Not my terms I'd hasten to add. Mr Rudd, Ms Gillard and Mr Abott is what I would call them - if they'd agree to come on my program.