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Tomorrow, 26 January, is Australia Day. It was on this day in 1788 that Captain Arthur Phillip sailed into Sydney Cove to establish a colonial penal colony. Since then we’ve lived through drought, flooding rain, rum rebellions and a civil war that lasted about 20 minutes, all the while loving our vast plains, far horizons, beautiful beaches and an extremely laid back lifestyle.

To honor Australia Day there’s a bit of a celebration at work. The idea is that you dress yourself (or your workstation) using things that you feel are representative of Australia. On my desk is a stuffed emu wearing my Akubra, and my Drizabone is hanging over the chair behind me. One of the project managers I often deal with came in wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, shorts, thongs and lugging an esky. The finance department is decorated with eucalyptus branches, Australian flags and green and gold ribbons. Some of the HR people have their faces painted green and gold.

My team-mate Nick turned up looking like he usually does, but claimed that he was doing the Australian thing of turning up late for work and doing nothing all day. He was planning to be truly Australian by acting as cannon fodder for the British, but it was too hard to work out how to do that within the context of an 8 hour work day.

I bought the camera in and I’ll try and get some shots during the morning team of what should be traditional Australian food.

Is it just me, or is today really, really humid? I’m sitting at my desk in what should be air conditioned comfort and I’m covered in perspiration. Maybe I’m just riddled with disease. Hard to tell. Still have my sniffle from earlier this week.