what do you do?

no one has asked me how i’m going.

no shop assistant has asked me how my day has been, if i collect fly-bys, or if that’ll be credit or savings.

when i place my order in a restaurant, the waiter/waitress doesn’t say ”easy as”, “no worries” or “not a problem”.

gordon ramsay and law and order:svu aren’t on tv every second of the day.

it’s damp. and small, and kind of dark, even in the day.

people don’t wear coats when it’s 20 degrees C.

a white cat in a pink t-shirt isn’t howling for my attention. i don’t have to feed some very demanding crows before breakfast.

it doesn’t get dark at 6pm. people stay up past 10 o’ clock at night.

there are no drive-through “bottle shops”.

there’s no train down the middle of the highway.

speed cameras are big and yellow, and called speed cameras, not multinovas.

people say pepper instead of capsicum. and documentary, salvation army and journalist instead of doco, salvos and journo.

no national news presenter would say “good on ya” during a broadcast (nor call the sports guy “tommo”).

police don’t wear baseball caps… or guns.

there’s no gloria jean’s. no-one knows what a flat white is. i can’t go to dome for lunch.

but i can go to starbucks.

and i can catch a bus at the end of my street (and be in town in less than half an hour)

but i can’t see my dad.

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