Life has been so singularly dull, in fact – a painkiller fog with the occasional thunderclap of anxiety – I had to resort to my camera to remind me what, if anything, happened.
Not much, as it transpires.
While we're on the subject of cameras, I killed my last one on the day before I said buh-bye to Mater Hospital – a small drop to onto a concrete surface, sufficient to destroy the display. Fortunately, I was able to extract the last photos I'd taken.
I think they're quite apt in mood:
I have a new camera now, which has so many different shooting modes it's making me feel a little depressed about my lack of activity. Luckily for me, it works just fine from my armchair.
Which brings me to the one noteworthy event of the past week – the opening of rugby league's State of Origin series on Wednesday night.
For some reason, they insist on performing the national anthem at these things. Most of the players don't even bother pretending to know the words any more:
Far worse, though, was the performance itself. Or at least the shameless cross-promotion:
Who is that? No, it can't be, surely.
Does look like her though, doesn't it?
Well yes, it's Annie! Little Orphan Annie!
In full costume:
Singing Advance Australia Fair in an unaccountably chirpy manner.
She even closed with her trademarked "plucky" pose:
At this point, I screamed. In a manly fashion.
Tickets to Annie: The Musical undoubtedly still available.
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