Just got home from the Anzac march, service, and obligatory few beers down the pub. It’s not my fault my car was parked behind it.

There would have been a couple thousand people there at the service. Each year it gets bigger. This year the “Tunnel Rats” of the Vietnam war chose our little town for their service, and one of them gave us a description of what it was like. Fkn horrifying. One in three didn’t make it back.

Did I mention that we went to the pub afterwards? Anyway, we didn’t make it to the station to remove the racking or install the new fridge.