25 April 2005
Diplomatic Duties
You may think that being an Australian abroad is a role free of responsibilities. Not so. Today I engaged in a spot of boomerang throwing ("Do you learn to throw boomerangs at school?" -- Harry, aged 11), declined to eat stuffing (un-Australian, sorry) and managed not to laugh in my mohair sweater as the locals complained of the stifling heat (I think it was about 20'C/68'F). It's ANZAC Day tomorrow. These acts are my duty.
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It never gets hot enough in the UK to melt those "Stiff Upper Lips ! DOES NOT THE BOOMERANG RETURN ?
Is this THE Annabelle, the best damn bookshop proprietrix in all of BC? How fabulous to hear from you, my love!!
The boomerang intends returning, but simply asks your patience. :)
[big kiss]
Oh, Suzette. You'll be lauging at me if this summer urges the thermometer above 25 deg. celcius around here! I am such a weather wimp; it's what made me feel most at home in Devon. Sigh.
Boomerangs as I understand it are actually hunting tools.. so if you notice it returning.. DUCK!
Cheryl: Well, me too, actually. It's one of the the factors that made Victoria so appealing, and why I headed into the dreaded Northern winter at the beginning of February... it's preferable to the dreaded Southern summer.
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