Happy Australia day!! I had the great fortune to spend today with some of my wonderful Uni friends who are also braving the urban jungle, and we staged our very own Australian marathon (which was more of an obstacle course.) I apologise to anyone that I came up against. I'm not proud of how competitive that blow up pool made me, but the Kangaroos should have won.
Everyone took a snack along, mine of course being a sweet one, and this led to my latest realisation; you should never take a Pavlova on a train. Between strange looks, jolting stops and starts, and an old man sitting next to me who was practically drooling on the box, I did not think that it was going to make the celebration. I did however meet a lovely family once I changed trains, who offered to hold it for me, as standing up without holding on is risky at the best of times, and the last thing they wanted to see was the death of my stereotypical dessert on such an iconic day.
I have also discovered a new and far less stereotypical use for the good old pav. As I walked to the train station I passed a park, in which a young man suddenly emerged from the bushes and walked quickly in my direction. Convinced that I was about to be assaulted, I not so calmly assessed the situation. Two bags and a Pavlova left me only one free arm, an arm not likely to fend off an attacker alone. My mind ran though a few scenarios, and I then became convinced that it was going to be necessary to smush my beloved pavlova over my assailants eyes, and leave him with egg on his face - get it? - while I made a hasty getaway. Thankfully this was not necessary, but I have discovered a new method of self defence, one which gives me an excuse to bake. I feel bad for assuming the worst about that poor guy. Maybe he was just peeing in the bushes? After all, it is Australia day.
Before I go, I just want to send a shout out to another guy I saw on the way to the station, smashing out an epic air drum solo as he opened the upstairs balcony of my local pub. I think you are awesome. Also, I can play absolutely any air instrument you require, so you should get me a job. Pretty please?
Xx, Little Duck (who now has (temporary) tattoos.)
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