Lemonade, chips and a stint on the lounge what a healing combination they are when youre injured.
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Particularly when combined with a loving slab of indulgence from a carer.
If youre lucky enough to have one.
Although Im not sure the carer necessarily sees it that way.
I was laid up for a few days last week after falling off my bike, and it gave me time to think. Mainly about how there was nothing on television except politicians raving about energy policy. And how Id like a bit of toast. With butter and vegemite. Cut into four neat triangles.
It gets a bit like that when youre recuperating. The simpering self-pity.
Thank goodness for that loving someone who cared just enough to go put the toaster on. Possibly to get out of the room.
Dreams of running the City to Surf had been thwarted by the fall. After all the training, I was beyond heart-broken. I was man-broken. The hurtin-est kind of hurt imaginable. Ask any carer.
Alas, the doctor had recommended it wasnt a good idea taking on Heartbreak Hill with 11 stitches in the ear.
Cant help good luck, the inner couch potato had rejoiced, which brought into sharp focus the love-hate relationship the runner has with running.
Time on the couch also brought into sharp focus the love-hate relationship the liver has with living and chips and lemonade and listening to politicians rave on about energy policy.
Amazing how the national interest always seems so closely aligned with their own.
But enough of Fraser Annings maiden speech. Haters gonna hate. And the Katter Partys gonna rejoice all two members of it. Make that 19 votes. What a joke, giving oxygen to speeches like that.
Oxygen would have been in short supply, if Id run the City to Surf, thats for sure.
Make no mistake, Id been focused in the lead-up on all those things runners fixate about lungs, chaff, red frogs. And then the bike crash. Gets you thinking about luck, and how one minute youre good and the next youre broke.
Barnaby Joyce and Tony Abbott will tell you thats because of your spiralling electricity bills.
Ironically, if ever there was a case for renewables itd surely be those two blokes.
Remind me again why theyre back front and centre in the national media?
Werent they exiled to the backbench as objects of national ridicule just the other day? And wont they possibly remain objects of national ridicule if they remain in front of a camera?
Its a free country I suppose and they have the right to fire up for what the coal industry believes is right. Truly right.
But not as far right as Fraser Anning. Yet.
Ultimately a stint on the couch with my lemonade and chips has healed me of any desire to stay there listening to such stuff.
My only conclusion being that if we could harness the hot air politicians so reliably blow, we wouldnt need an energy debate at all.