Monday is Canberra Day. Most Canberrans celebrate by getting out of Canberra. Often to the coastal regions. Have yet to make it to the coast since we moved here. We've been as far as Braidwood, though.
We shall be celebrating this festive weekend by having friends round for lunch and visiting a national cultural institution (having been enticed with promises of a sausage sizzle).
I shall be personally celebrating on Monday since I will not need to use the words 'risk assessment matrix', or at least not without irony, for three whole days. Huzzah!
So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
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- Penthe
- I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
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4 comments:
oh, come on, everybody loves a good risk assessment matrix.
(snorkle) I couldn't even type that without smirking.
we are celebrating by going bushwalking. probably in the rain.
Oh very nice. I was just wishing that I was out camping this morning instead of inside my kitchen.
it is a fairly smirkworthy phrase, isn't it?
I worked up the courage to say hi to Mr Penthe the other day, and then got all shy again, so apologies to him (in case he thought I was a bit snooty!)
On the contrary, he thought you were delightful.
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