The Pig’s Arms

Australia Day

So, FM and I are lying in bed, each hoping that the other will crack first and get up and make a cup of tea.  And FM asks the perpetually disorganised Emmjay what we ought to do today.

[Thoughtful pause]

[Thoughtful pause]

[Thoughtful pause]

“I dunno.  Are the shops shut ?”

It’s such a crap day that even going for a walk looks out of the question.

“We could go into the city and watch the parade.”

“What parade ?”

“Oh, shit, I confused today with ANZAC Day”.

“Is there a difference?”

“What exactly ARE we celebrating today ?”

“Is this the Captain Cook thing or the First Fleet thing ?”

“I dunno, beats me why Australia Day wasn’t January 1 1901 when the colonies formed the Federation”.

“I reckon Australia Day, for most people is like ANZAC Day, but with quite a lot of lamb.”

“Why don’t we do a half and half day just in case ?”  “Meaning ?”

“Half a day working on the house and half a day going out”.  “Sounds good to me”

“Should I put on my working in the garden clothes ?”  [Thoughtful pause]

“Should I use deodorant ?”  “Definitely !”

“Good, well at least THAT’s settled’”