My house is flooded.
The bathroom.
The bedroom.
The office.
The laundry.
Flooded with my tears for poverty-stricken Barnaby Joyce.
I’m using cups and buckets and saucepans and cereal bowls and vases in an effort to keep the water level down.
But my tears pour relentlessly — like the rain that hits the picturesque village of Mawsynram, in India’s hidden east — the wettest place on planet earth.
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