IT'S getting to that winter transition time of year where it seems a better idea to stay in bed of a morning than get up when the alarm goes off.

Things are just too snuggly.

Truth is I usually wake up before the alarm anyhow, managing to fall asleep promptly on the hour and missing the news.

Luckily we have cats, for whom there is only one headline that matters - feed me - and so it's usually stumble on with the uggs and then straight into a door or wall or whatever's between me and the coffee machine to face the week ahead.

And what a week it was.

One man who looked like he'd rather stay curled up in bed was Treasurer Joe Hockey, who had a budget to deliver.

Coincidence or not, trending on social media at the time were amazing pics of a white pointer smiling uncomfortably close to cameras near a boat off Esperance.

Kind of felt like a budget metaphor for the bite Joe was about to take out of our back pockets?

But nah, as usual there was no connection between the natural world and Canberra.

Joe's budget turned out to be all soft and cuddly, like Scott Morrison, who is probably the real white pointer smiling at cameras these days.

On the home front, the Land and Environment Court ruled against a development on the old King Edward Park Bowling Club site.

The Friends of King Edward Park assured Our Town that this was a victory for the people, even though the site remanins fenced off from the people like it has for the last four years.

Ultimately it raised the question whether or not the person who drafted the flawed development plan could pass a Naplan Test; ideally using the word "public recreation" in a sentence, or better yet, a development plan.

So we wait now to see if someone will extend the weed-infested car park that exists there now to include a full-length snooker table, barefoot bowls, cheap schooners and million-dollar views, like there used to be.

That would be a past worth moving back to the future for.

Moving forward, there was more howling about dogs and their droppings on the new Anzac Memorial Walk.

Doggy-do obviously gives people the poops, particularly when they step in it. More so when they have to listen to it.

Especially those who say they ignore the "no dog" signs because they're fighting the war on obesity by getting out and being active. Not sure that gives Fido carte blanche to unburden on our shiny new tourist treasure.

I guess opinions are like hipster beards these days. Everyone's got one. And if a recent study is right, they contain more poo than, well, the Anzac Memorial Walk. Actually the bacteria in hipster beards is found all over our bodies. Applying that logic to reasons why dogs should be allowed to dump on the Anzac Memorial Walk, you could say some people are full of it.

In New York, actor Morgan Freeman came out in favour of legalising cannabis. Back in Australia, Lake Macquarie City Council jumped on board, allowing Warners Bay to get high.

Eight storeys high.

Talking of tall poppies, the call to cut down trees in urban areas aroused angst in leafy circles, but nothing so ruthless as the lop at the top of the Greens Party leadership.

Timber Christine Milne and Adam Bandt. But all hail Michael Osborne, who became the longest serving limb on the Newcastle Greens city councillor family tree.

From up the valley reports emerged of authorities spending more money protecting cows from lead-lined water pipes than children playing in Pasminco-tainted dirt at Boolaroo. Police found middle ground at Maitland busting 40 kids for dodgy chemicals at Groovin The Moo.

On the sporting front, Nathan Tinkler copped a reprimand for his tirade at Herald journalist Robert Dillon. Football Federation Australia rejected the idea that telling someone they hope they get cancer and die was a term of affection.

Tinkler was also counselled on his obligation to behave in a manner that promotes and upholds the highest standards of integrity, dignity and professionalism in Australian football, which didn't seem to raise the bar too high, given the antics of various owners over the A-League history.

Fellow millionaire John Singleton supplied some good behaviour tips, shaping up to glass Burger King mate Jack Cowin at a restaurant in Sydney.

And just when things were looking like getting got out of hand Knights player Korbin Sims was sin-binned for coming to grips with Big Willie Mason in a manner unbecoming rugby league at Brookvale Oval.

Without pointing fingers, we all know the preference for inappropriate physical contact on the northern beaches is a good poke up the southern sector.

And with that cozy observation I think I'll crawl back into bed, warm in the knowledge that when it comes to some news on a winter's morning, I can't handle the truth.