Jenny's Column

I wish I could write more about grieving, but as others have found, by the time you are conscious of having moved through a stage, another has come upon you – or memories you thought had passed, re-invent themselves, over and over again.

The end days came so quickly. For months, the doctors kept saying there was something wrong with his heart. But it was the cancer, so laboriously excised, that had come back. Or perhaps it never left.

I am almost (although not quite) beginning to feel sorry for Scott Morrison. Since his unlikely victory at the polls in 2019, his prime ministership has been one damn thing after another - bushfires, Covid, predatory ministerial staffers and compromised ministers, vaccine issues - and underlying it all, and exacerbated by the pandemic, the continuing problems in aged care. The Royal Commission into Aged Care Quality and Safety, which reported in March this year, did not tell us much that was new, but it gave his government plenty to work with.