Shorter is Better

Aussies, far more than Canadians, love to shorten words. There is of course the dreaded barbie that caused me such embarrassment. And who could fail to love the mozzies. Speaking of which they are rather bad in this comparatively wet summer. Or so I hear as they avoid me. Perhaps that is because my blood no longer reaches my skin or because it is no longer rich and delicious from the mozzie point of view. The kids sleep under a mosquito tent. And how can one do without brekkie- the way to begin a day in Oz. And there is the ute- the vehicle we don't have since the demise of the Ranchero. More of the ute later.