Before I forget, I want to note down some funny conversations from the past few days. I've already forgotten something Olle said to me last night while he was in the shower - I thought to myself that I must remember it and of course it promptly flew out of my head.
I'm still feeling happy about the election result.
The day after the election, I had congratulatory emails [not that I was responsible!] from friends in New Zealand, Canada and England. Today, I had one from a friend in the US, saying that the defeat of John Howard gave her hope that there would be life after Bush. I do hope they get to experience this hapy feeling soon. I'm enjoying it while I can.
PS: for non-Australians, the title of this post refers to a well-known and now, happily, redundant slogan, "Not happy, John".
Richard Flanagan, writing in The Guardian, comprehensively puts the lie to the idea of Howard as one of this country’s greatest (or even great) prime ministers.
[For me, the angriest moment on election night was when Howard spoke about “bequeathing” this nation to the new government. He never did own us - we were not his to give.]
I can't help thinking about how excited we were when Tony Blair won government in Britain in 1997. And then how glad I was to see him resign this year. I ended up detesting him. Will it be the same with Kevin Rudd?