Election Days 07 and 08

The morning after the fateful election in which enough Australians finally, FINALLY, agreed that Howard should go, I woke up to a normal Sunday morning. If anything it was a little dull and depressed. The streets were damp with a drizzly vestige of rain and the sky was grey. The odd person shuffled up the street for milk and a paper. Not even one child with a bright towel skipped down to the beach.

This is a new world in which Howard is no longer our leader! Where are the rainbows? I asked myself. The Angels chorusing from sunbeam clouds. The bluebirds and butterflies. Where are the fireworks, streamers and choruses of "Yee Hars" on this historic day?

It was such an anti-climax. My life has not noticeably changed for the better, or for the worse.

Just under 12 months later in an even more historic and fateful election, America not only got rid of Bush, they voted in their first ever black president. You have to literally pinch yourself at something seemingly so too good to be true. Always imagined and hoped for, but never truly believed.

Our office came to a standstill as we watched Obama's victory speech streamed on BBC world news. But the next morning, I woke up to a morning just like every other. Again, no fireworks or rainbows. Not even a happy banner hung from a balcony or office block. No outward visible signs that anything had changed at all. No-one even mentioned it so I actually forgot, for a while, that it had even happened.

Nevertheless, this is a truly momentous event. It happened in my lifetime.
How can I possibly continue to blog about supermarkets, bogans and what the cat likes to kill for sport?