It didn't just rain on ANZAC day, it pelted down. It's been pelting down for days now which is great for the garden but not so conducive to getting up before dawn to go to the ANZAC day service. However, while Husband No. 1 and I snoozed (as much as you can when accompanied by four children - two of them the furry meowing kind) thousands of Sydney-siders still gathered at the Cenotaph in Martin Place to pay their respects. How to make a girl feel bad.
I can't even work out how they got there. The ferries don't run that early and no-one in their right mind parks in the City. It makes me feel worse, and yet great at the same time, that they made such a huge effort, in the rain, with small children and elderly relatives. So I tried to pay my penance by not enjoying the holiday - I sat down with my Functional Grammar assignment. Believe me, walking to the city in the rain with two complaining children would've been preferable.
The trouble is, while I did a bit of my assignment, I got a little bit waylaid with designing this blog. Oops. Which brings me to Mugs-ism No. 1 "Always put off until after Midnight that which could easily have been completed before dinner".
I'd better get back to my work on the Interpersonal Metafunction. Happy ANZAC day, or whatever we say. Lest we Forget.
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We were in Sydney last year for ANZAC Day (remember?) and watched the parade/march from our hotel window. It goes on for a very long time...
It did bring a tear to my eye though watching some of the old-timers.
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