Another friggin pubic holiday.
Even the Blyton newsagent was closed on Saturday.
If my Lotto numbers come up, I'm going to sue them for all they're worth.
I mean, hey shit, they get a holiday today cos ANZAC day fell on a weekend.
And Easter's only just went (as G. Chaucer would have written).
Bugger all chance of our soi-disant national newspaper being in the shop later today (when they open).
Even though it's not a national holiday -- only WA and the ACT are observing it.
And that's all you can do on a pubic holiday: observe it ... just watch it go by.

Didn't I start this blog with something similar last April?
Maybe I could have a little birthday celebration: just me and my MacBook.
We could stick some candles on a plate of beans on toast and pretend we lived in a semi-rational society.
Like Afghanistan.
Or go down to the SW Highway and watch the traffic jams and pile ups as the shallow end of the gene pool collect their double demerit points.

Good job someone tried to invade Turkey all those years ago so we can enjoy such freedoms.