In a world that seems to have gone completely mad over the Antipodean summer, what a relief it is to live in a calm, peaceful country, with a rock star economy and a totally relaxed Prime Minister, looking to join parties while he leads us through a looming global recession and into continued prosperity.
Just as long as you are not young or too elderly; as long as you are European and belong to the top, say, 10 per cent of income earners; as long as you are healthy and/or holding private health insurance, and don't have a zero-hour contract at work; and if you have a savings account of several thousand, or multiple rental properties, you'll be sweet, bro.
But it would be a mistake to think that no craziness at all exists in our very own country. If the definition of crazy is doing something over and over again the same way and expecting a different outcome, we sure are guilty of that. And what we seem to do, time and again; what we have a yearning to do in our very DNA, it seems, is whack huge amounts of cost (i.e. jobs) from the administration of our large government departments, always thinking this can be done effortlessly. But alas, it rarely can.
The official description is "amalgamating back office functions" (i.e. keep on five people to do the work previously done by 25). Inevitably we find ourselves, many years and piles of silver later, in the clag. The cost of hiring consultants, or re-hiring experts made redundant; the cost of psychiatric services for everyone affected by large IT rollouts and cost-saving cock-ups must tally in the millions.
And yet, it keeps happening.