Mrs GOF and I look forward to it, because our tax accountant relocated to the beautiful tropical mountain village of Kuranda.
We can behave for the day just like the tourists who disembark from either the train which winds its way through tunnels up the coastal escarpment from Cairns, or the world renowned Skyrail rainforest viewing cablecar.
We dine out cheap and alfresco on a village specialty;
Kangaroo pie with coffee, and watch the world go by, which it does very slowly, in this stunningly beautiful part of North Queensland.
The Taxation Commissioner of Australia I suspect rarely schedules an office party to celebrate the electronic arrival of our paperwork, for our little plant nursery provides only a basic income for ourselves, with an occasional allocation of beer money for him.
Sometimes I feel that we are a very weak link in Australia's economic chain, for there has never been a time in my life when I was driven to try and make large amounts of money and accordingly pay more tax.
I subscribe to a quaint old country boy's belief that my entitlement to riches does not extend above that which accrues proportionate to the physical labour I put into the project.
Lotteries, share trading, speculative investment, get-rich-quick schemes and chasing rainbows are of no interest to me.
Once again the poetic and philosophical words of LaPoone;
"Eyes unblinkingly focussed on some distant pot of gold
Will never see peripheral beauty along the way unfold."