Anzac Day
I was woken by noise this morning. My first thought was, ‘Why is the TV so damn loud?’. My second, ‘Why is Tariqa watching high school marching bands on TV?’. The third, ‘Wait, that’s not TV. Does this happen every weekend in Avondale?’ The last, ‘Oh shit. It’s Anzac Day. If this was any other morning I’d be at the window with the sniper rifle’.
Seriously, we have a very Lee Harvey Oswald-esque view over the Avondale shops. No US president (that isn’t Obama) or Austrian archduke better parade through this neighbourhood.
