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For me, the past week has been one of overwhelming – and very mixed – emotions. Gough’s memorial service and those magnificent eulogies, the deaths of two beautiful horses on Cup Day, the (how surprising) “aggressive tax planning” on the part not just of multinationals but also of Australia’s own Future Fund, the manic malevolence of Minister Morrison.
And – the memorial service again. Not just the studied insult to FPMJG, trying to seat her next to Rudd. But the unstudied, gratuitous insult – the complete indifference – to all those ordinary members of the public who thought they had registered – who had been told they were registered – for places at the service.
I dedicate this evening’s post to smelling the roses . . .
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And to a raffle, and drinks, and camaraderie . . .
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