Tomorrow is ANZAC Day. Obviously up until now I haven’t really been paying attention, because this week I’ve read things I didn’t know about it until now:

• Four days before ANZAC Day 1918, Manfred von Richthofen, aka The Red Baron, was shot down over France, probably by Australian anti-aircraft gunners. (Thanks Jayne)
• On ANZAC Day 1918 (following an offensive launched the night before), the town of Villers-Bretonneux, France was liberated by the ANZACs. According to one report, the town is now affectionately known by Australians as “VB”.
• Birdwood Avenue, in front of the Shrine of Remembrance in Melbourne, is named after William Birdwood, who was first commander of the ANZACs — though he apparently didn’t visit Australia until after the war had ended.

It would seem that there’s always something new to learn about days gone past. And that the knowledge of what our forebears fought achieved will continue on. Lest we forget.

Went to the dentist last weekend for the not-quite-six-monthly-more-like-nine-monthly checkup. They reckoned my brushing is going well. I didn’t tell him I only floss every couple of weeks…

I brush my teeth two or three times a day. When the kids are around, it’s the latter, as I brush with them at their bedtime, then again when it’s my bedtime.

Some swear by their electric toothbrushes. I’m happy to stick with analogue. In the past I’ve been told off for not giving the gums enough attention, but that seems to be okay now.

Dunno if I’m taking the best care of my teeth that I possibly could, but if the dentist is happy, then so am I.