If you're Australian and did not sing that, I am wildly disappointed in you.
The truth is, I know that little jingle better than I know the national anthem of Australia. I should be ashamed of that fact.
Anyway, a friend from high school, with whom I am still in contact. I think she's the only one, actually. My experience in high school was not great, and frankly, there are few people from that time that I care all that much about keeping in contact with. It's not that they're bad people by any stretch (some of them were horrific bullies, but the majority were not). It's just that they represent a really bad time in my life.
The point is, we're still in contact and, she very kindly, when I had run out of Vegemite a few months ago, offered to send me some more. And also some Milo. Not the Milo I can buy here. The Milo is a completely different formula. But proper Milo. The kind that doesn't dissolve all that well in milk, and leaves delightful little crunchy bits floating on top of the milk and weird, silty bit at the bottom if you leave it sitting too long and don't stir it before you drink. That Milo. Real Milo.
Today I sat down to a breakfast that made me feel like a little kid again - Vegemite on toast, fruit and a large glass of Milo. It's the kind of breakfast I had when I was little (though decidedly less fruit. I eat a lot at breakfast now, lunch is smaller, and dinner is an orange, usually). It made me smile.
There are few things that make me nostalgic. Food is definitely one of them. Today, I'm feeling happy. All because of a typical (for me) Aussie breakky.
Now I have things to do, and later I'm swimming. I hope.