Adelaide was the kind of vegetarian who wore leather shoes and snuck pieces of Christmas ham.
She was the kind of person who knew about carbon credits, but washed her dishes in a machine.
She was the kind of partner who didn’t want to know that her beloved clipped his toenails, but didn’t care where she clipped her own.
She was the kind of anti-poverty campaigner who paid sixty dollars to get her hair cut and another sixty to get it dyed.
She was the kind of feminist who vacuumed before her mother-in-law arrived.
And still she failed to see how Mike Rann could be fighting tooth and nail against a radioactive waste dump one year and championing the expansion – the doubling – of uranium mining the next.