My neighbour has a ritual he refuses to explain. Every Wednesday afternoon, he wheels his little barbecue onto the driveway, sets up a folding chair, and grills exactly two pieces of chicken. No guests, no music, just him and the smoke. I asked him once what it was about, and he just said, "It's a thing." I let it go. Some routines don't need explaining. I read something the other day about "Corona Wednesdays" — people who carved out small weekly traditions during lockdown and never stopped. It's not really about the activity. It's about having a marker in the week that belongs to you.That same evening, a mate mentioned he'd been looking at a ranking page for Australian online…
My neighbour has a ritual he refuses to explain. Every Wednesday afternoon, he wheels his little barbecue onto the driveway, sets up a folding chair, and grills exactly two pieces of chicken. No guests, no music, just him and the smoke. I asked him once what it was about, and he just said, "It's a thing." I let it go. Some routines don't need explaining. I read something the other day about "Corona Wednesdays" — people who carved out small weekly traditions during lockdown and never stopped. It's not really about the activity. It's about having a marker in the week that belongs to you.That same evening, a mate mentioned he'd been looking at a ranking page for Australian online…