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Very coherent dream last night, a complete murder mystey set in just post-war England among a horsey set of people who got offed one by one. Details vanished on waking but I'm pretty sure the murderers were a bunch of protesting teenagers. I *think* they were protesting the treatment of the horses, but don't quote me.
There was a FB meme about 'how I love reading about the vicissitudes of people in history when I have to make a phonecall in the morning.' This is me. Finally called the insurance brokers. And much as I like our multicultural city and glad as I am that people who speak Bengali or Majhi or Urdu can do business in their native language, gee is it nice to occasionally hear a bog standard Canuck accent speaking at bog standard Canuck speed. Like the guy at Immigration in New York, that time I lost my passport, who was Québecois so I didn't have to spell my whole name out for him several times.
So that's done and now all I have to do is guess whether we'll get freezing rain tonight or not, and put salt down if so. Is currently raining but no bets.
There was a FB meme about 'how I love reading about the vicissitudes of people in history when I have to make a phonecall in the morning.' This is me. Finally called the insurance brokers. And much as I like our multicultural city and glad as I am that people who speak Bengali or Majhi or Urdu can do business in their native language, gee is it nice to occasionally hear a bog standard Canuck accent speaking at bog standard Canuck speed. Like the guy at Immigration in New York, that time I lost my passport, who was Québecois so I didn't have to spell my whole name out for him several times.
So that's done and now all I have to do is guess whether we'll get freezing rain tonight or not, and put salt down if so. Is currently raining but no bets.