Yet another?!!!
I am Jan to Sonny's Marcia!
Sonny became a real Aussie this week – proving that they let any bloody joker in now
just kidding.
Sonny's now as Aussie as the waves he loves to surf.
Dead set!
Fair Dinkum!
'Ken Oath!
Crikey, the flamin' ceremony dragged on, but.
"Australians all let us rejoice for we all drink KB. With golden cans and something something….."
After the ceremony, I took Evan to meet Bronwyn Bishop, since he has a firm eye set on a political career.
Check out our heights. I reckon Ev's closer to Bronnie's height than I am!
anyway, they pressed flesh and hugged babies and stuff, and we never told Bronwyn that he was batting for the other team
or that we still chuckled over that letter she sent to us (her constituents) back in pre-election 2007
Makes me ponder how the youth are fairing now as they suffer under this socialist regime??
But there I go, off the track again.
Time to get back to the hero of this post.
I was very concerned that day, at work.
Often, when folks become citizens, they have parties thrown for them, pomp and ceremony, bells and whistles, or at least a good BBQ and a bit of pavlova.
I had been failing. I hadn't organised anything.
Keren had the idea – a sign for the 'bends'!
Awesome!
We love signs on Bilgola Bends. They court, they welcome, they congratulate, they propose, they even dump!
I made one for Sonny. He saw it as we drove home after the ceremony.
He doesn't look very happy in this picture, and I'm totally blind in the dark so I couldn't tell at the time, but he was stoked. Promise.
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