Today is Australia Day.
However, on March 3rd, we leave England to move to wonderful New Zealand.
So even though my wife is Australian …
[And Canadian, but let’s ignore that for now]
And my son is Australian …
[And British and Canadian, which we will also ignore]
And even I have Australian residency …
[Which the Australian’s wish they could ignore]
… it’s [probably] a condition of entry into the my new home nation that I actively and publicly ignore the celebration of their closest neighbours and talk about something entirely different.
So I will.
Have a look at this picture.
It has nothing to do with New Zealand or Australia.
It is not me attempting to be cultural or sophisticated.
It’s to simply say, the moment you see the Cookie Monster, you’ll never unsee it.
You’re welcome. Or something.