Woke up this morning and my bedroom window glowed a flat watery blue. All the monochromatic clouds that had been streaming across the sky for the past week had been swept away. Colour and sharp focus had returned to the green leafy trees, and red tiled roofs that my window looks down on.
Today is a public holiday, and we love our holidays here. Americans and Japanese seem to be constantly surprised that this country has managed to avoid ‘third world status,’ due to the numerous ways we have to avoid work here.
I heard somewhere that the Japanese only get one big holiday, and it tends to be a honeymoon. They take hundreds of pictures cause these holiday snaps will have to last them the rest of their lives.
The British enjoy a large number of public holidays too. They have shown a surprising lack of imagination in labelling them all ‘Bank holidays’
We like to name ours, like we do our pets.
There is ‘Australia day,’ which has been renamed ‘Invasion day’ by the indigenous population. This was the day that Cook first set foot in Oz.
‘Queens Birthday,’ causes raised eyebrows in the Brits cause they don’t celebrate the birthday of their monarch. There is an underground opinion here that a recent referendum on becoming a republic failed, as the population thought there might be the possibility of our losing a public holiday.
There’s ‘Anzac day,’ where we celebrate a great wartime defeat. Interestingly, we have been following other nations into war ever since.
And there is ‘Labour day,’ cause we used to have a Labour movement, and people used to care that they were getting screwed.
It’s been raining for almost a week now, so I walked down to the local park to check out the levels in the lakes down there.
Been very dry this summer and these man dug bodies of water were getting so low, that the ducks were queuing to have a swim.
All is well down there now. The fish aren’t wondering where the hell they are going to move to when the puddle dries out completely. A turf war between the eels and the tortoises has been narrowly avoided. And the Pelicans have stopped fighting over who will get to eat the last fish.
Today is a public holiday, and we love our holidays here. Americans and Japanese seem to be constantly surprised that this country has managed to avoid ‘third world status,’ due to the numerous ways we have to avoid work here.
I heard somewhere that the Japanese only get one big holiday, and it tends to be a honeymoon. They take hundreds of pictures cause these holiday snaps will have to last them the rest of their lives.
The British enjoy a large number of public holidays too. They have shown a surprising lack of imagination in labelling them all ‘Bank holidays’
We like to name ours, like we do our pets.
There is ‘Australia day,’ which has been renamed ‘Invasion day’ by the indigenous population. This was the day that Cook first set foot in Oz.
‘Queens Birthday,’ causes raised eyebrows in the Brits cause they don’t celebrate the birthday of their monarch. There is an underground opinion here that a recent referendum on becoming a republic failed, as the population thought there might be the possibility of our losing a public holiday.
There’s ‘Anzac day,’ where we celebrate a great wartime defeat. Interestingly, we have been following other nations into war ever since.
And there is ‘Labour day,’ cause we used to have a Labour movement, and people used to care that they were getting screwed.
It’s been raining for almost a week now, so I walked down to the local park to check out the levels in the lakes down there.
Been very dry this summer and these man dug bodies of water were getting so low, that the ducks were queuing to have a swim.
All is well down there now. The fish aren’t wondering where the hell they are going to move to when the puddle dries out completely. A turf war between the eels and the tortoises has been narrowly avoided. And the Pelicans have stopped fighting over who will get to eat the last fish.
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