There were some blokes on my street today doing something to the drains, presumably at the behest of the ACT Government.
Imagine my thrill on walking out to the car, in a hurry to get somewhere of course, to discover whatever they were doing had covered the car in mud.
I don’t expect much from this Government, but resisting the urge to come around and shower my car with mud was something I thought they could manage.
Off to the carwash I go.
Should any flaming paper bags filled with dog faeces turn up on any important doorsteps this week it’s got nothing to do with me.