As the year draws to a close, the letters column at the Sydney Morning Herald reveals that:
1. We are a nation of mumblers:
2. Our former Prime Minister (or, possibly, his namesake) is keeping an eye on the way the current members of his old profession are spending their time and our money:
3. Our current Prime Minister is ruining her health with over-zealous vegetable preparation practices (to adopt her habitual windy [windy - fibre, fibre - windy, geddit, it's just the way I tell them really, isn't it?] turn of phrase):
4. Meanwhile the rest of us are stuffing possums with bananas (mumbling all the while):
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