As Tony Abbott leapt from his seat like a startled gazelle yesterday in his now famous dash for the parliamentary door I was reminded of the other door he repeatedly dashes at. The front door of The Lodge.
Which reminded me again of something else.
Earlier this year I drove past The Lodge and noticed on the road a poor dead fox. His deceased nose was pointing to the front gate, a sure sign of where he was headed.
Whilst I don’t like seeing animals killed on the road, even feral ones, I mused that this was an obvious sign that sly, sneaky, underhanded feral types will never make it to The Lodge.
An omen for Tony Abbott, perhaps?