How lucky are we. That’s right, grammar pedants: no question mark. In this context, we are not asking “how lucky are we?” We are saying: “How lucky are we.” It is rhetorical, an expression, a statement of the obvious. It is not a question. For there is no question about it.
If anyone was asking, however, the answer would be: very lucky. To live in this Great Southern Land is to be kissed passionately on the mouth by fate. We have democracy, peace, the beach, pavlova. There’s Roy and HG, the W.S Cox Plate, the beer garden, the black box flight recorder, all-leaping kangaroos called Big Reds, and the ghost of the great thoroughbred racehorse Kingston Town. Australia? We have it going on.
And we have, of course, the great…