In all liklihood the general public are more concerned about which supermarket might be open than celebrating the treaty, caused us nothing but trouble etc etc etc, lucky we didn't just take it all from them like in Australia etc etc etc. I'm spending my day quietly. I finally acheived a sleep in, not one of my record breaking efforts but a respectable 11am nonetheless. Since then my day has been a whirlwind of unpleasant domestic tasks which will culminate in scrubbing the kitchen floor. How very colonial.
How very depressing. One thing I have to say, this blog will completely destroy my mystique to the two or so people who read it. I can imagine them sitting before the screen, shocked to realise tha yes, their god has domestic chores just like they do. So difficult to find good help these days.
Enough procrastination, time to crank up some motivational montage music, shoo people out of the lounge and get medieval on the grime.
Even framing it as a heroic quest doesn't make me enthusiastic. I was not born for this drudgery, where's my escape?
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