(With apologies to Dr Cat for stealing her line, above)
You know how Betty Friedan discovered that thing about housework - i.e., it expands to fill the time available? Same principle applies to Albie and the terrifying adventure of coming inside through the catflap in the evenings. He has all the time in the world so it takes him a couple of hours to get himself worked up enough to come in through the door. None of the cats like the new catflap but he's really taken it hard. I went out into the yard about 90 minutes ago to get some herbs for the tomato sauce I was making, and there he was hanging around the back steps trying to summon up the courage to make a dash for it. And he only just came in then, less than one second ago.
That pathetic condition could be our life if we don't watch out. We need artists to take our minds out of our own narrow existences, especially to places we don't know we are capable of going to. We need imagination. So we got rid of one prime minister who didn't want to know this and replaced him with another one pretty much just about the same.
Mr Rudd, we need more sustaining food than iced vo-vos and a cup of tea; and if you can't provide it, at least have the grace and sense not to get in the way of those who can.
here endeth the Readers' Digest bewilderingly mixed-metaphoric homily for today