Deja vu

Spice was a small, black collie cross who used to live with us. She'd make a point of daily crapping in the neighbour's back yard; whenever we ( kind of inevitably) caught her in the act, she'd start running around in tight little circles with a who, me? look on her face.

I'm writing about this now because, last night, on my way home on the bus, I caught sight of one of our most prominent politician's photo in someone's paper and his expression took me right back...