I was at my Aunt’s 80th birthday celebration yesterday. She spent most of her speech talking about how, a few years ago, her grandson got a Bluey tattoo and she thought it was great and how she’d said she’d love one of her own.

Then there’s the reveal: my 80 year-old Aunt now has a full colour Bluey tattoo on her shoulder. She got it about two weeks ago. Not even my uncle knew until yesterday.

Not only that, it’s better than the grandson’s.

I spent the afternoon trying to convince my uncle, a mad keen cricket fan, that he should get a matching Rusty tattoo.