Some people just don’t know when to leave things alone. Usually that person is me. This time it’s Deb Foskey who should be enjoying getting out of the PR nightmare of being a public figure on a high income using public housing resources.
Instead she’s come back to the well to tell us of her outrage that her crappy old house in Yarralumla has been sold.
It was always a disgrace that valuable land was being used to keep two people in the style they preferred to be accustomed to, while others slept on the street.
It would be nice if resources allowed ACT Housing (or whatever they call themselves this week) to keep properties in all postcodes. But given a choice of a few living in the inner south while others sleep in their cars, or more cheap properties, I know which one I’d pick. Heartless bastard that I am.