It Is Usually A Coincidence

It was a restful kind of day. Everything was done. The month’s work is pretty much wrapped up, in thanks with no little part from me.

Jude talked about his Masters that he is doing. I told him about Panda’s Masters in Creative Writing. Somehow that lead me to tell him about my blog. What was I thinking? He tried to find it for the rest of the day. Oh, could you imagine?

Christine left at 4pm.

I answered all of the trivia questions on our finance app to shoot way into the lead.

It's okay to lie in Australia to get what you want.  It is okay to use dishonesty and deceit to get ahead, to get a job, because the Prime Minister of Australia made it okay. Every Australian has seen the Prime Minister's lies to get his job. They have seen him say whatever it took to get to the Prime Minister's job. He made it okay to lie to get ahead. So, it is now oaky for every Australian to lie to get what they want, because Tony Abbott made it right, made it acceptable.


Why shouldn't any Australian lie on their tax, to lie to get the dole, to lie to their neighbour, to lie to their wife to get what they want, because the Prime Minister lied to get what he wanted. Clearly, it is now okay.


Joe Hockey lied about the economy to get what he wanted. There was no budget emergency. The Australia economy was healthy. 

Wayne Swan was named the best treasurer in the world, for heavens sake, for the way he handled the GFC. But to beat the opposition Joe Hockey lied about it. And he wasn't even a good liar, as he contradicted himself, he told the New Zealanders that there was no budget emergency in Australia, probably because he has trade deals with New Zealand.


It is the ultimate selfish act. Effectively, Tony Abbot has taken every Australian down a morally bankrupt path to get what he wants. That makes every Australian morally bankrupt.


A government is supposed to bring its people together not pull them apart.

There is a term called FUD. Who knows what FUD stands for? Instilling doubt in the minds of people who think the things that you don’t want them to think.

We walked down to Smith Street and ate Peeking Duck. We didn’t know what to eat and Sam had wanted to eat Peeking Duck for a few days.

We shopped at Woolies afterwards. 

I sent a text to David asking him if he was dead. It was Friday prescription day, his day off where he stays in bed and takes downers. I hadn’t heard from him, hence the message.

He answered that he was in an ambulance being taken to hospital with heart palpitations.

We text back and forwards. He was taking a retreat in the country when his heart and pulse raced.

He was taken to Box Hill hospital where he was kept under observation until 4am. 

He said it was like a bizarre circus.

Of course, he said my timing was spooky, telling me I had powers of which I wasn’t even aware.

“I’ve always told you, you are powerful.”

“You are talking nonsense, my luv. It was just a coincidence,” I replied.

“You think everything is a coincidence.”

“That’s because it normally is.”

“You don’t think these things happen for a reason?”

“No,” I said.