I could rant and rave over the jingoistic nationalism that has spoiled the Australian flag (and that dreadful Union Jack in the top left corner), but I’m not going to this time. But I’m not going to.
Apropriate for Australia Day, while cleaning out a wardrobe yesterday we discovered a couple of Australian flags purchased for the Sydney Olympics. Our little Assembled in Australia From a Mixture of Local and Imported Ingredients loved waving them around.
In the evening we drove down to a local oval where they had stalls and performances celebrating the day. Alex stroked guinea pigs, goats and rabbits at the mini farm while our solicitor’s daughter sang up on stage. We gave Alex a little bit of sausage sanger before returning home for our real dinner.
For the last time we stood at a rear window of our house watched the fireworks explode into the sky.