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Yes, thank you, that's how you prepare for an election: id cards with when and where to vote, and time and place of the advance polls, delivered three weeks before the date. DoFo, take note. This election is odd in that, when a Liberal pollster knocked on my door last night, I greeted her with open arms and arranged for a sign in my front garden, which isn't a lawn please note. Ordinarily not a fan of Freeland but these are not ordinary times. And it will at least discourage other pollsters. Four doors up has a PC sign, again. Rugged individualist or failure to read the neighbourhood. My younger bro is showing signs of leaning that way, or at least is moaning about the terrible last ten years under the Liberals. What he has to moan about I can't imagine, but probably has to do with insufficient funding for the air force.
My days of eating Japanese and Korean may be numbered. Hands simply cannot cope with chopsticks anymore. Unless I swallow pride and ask for forks, or eat sushi with my fingers which of course the Japanese do, but I don't know if our Koreans know that. Hands also have trouble with soup bowls, and I shall mention that miso soup stains something awful. Or rather, cannot be rinsed out and requires the full laundry treatment.
Have finished Whispers Underground and am actually able to follow the Misérables journey through London sewers this time. Might move on to Broken Homes and see if I can now follow all that architecture on Skygarden. Skipped Moon Over Soho which was never a fave. But also have High Vaultage from the library and that Paarfi I never even knew about in transit which should keep me busy. And the never ending George Bellairs to read on the phone/ tablet in restaurants/ while biking.
My days of eating Japanese and Korean may be numbered. Hands simply cannot cope with chopsticks anymore. Unless I swallow pride and ask for forks, or eat sushi with my fingers which of course the Japanese do, but I don't know if our Koreans know that. Hands also have trouble with soup bowls, and I shall mention that miso soup stains something awful. Or rather, cannot be rinsed out and requires the full laundry treatment.
Have finished Whispers Underground and am actually able to follow the Misérables journey through London sewers this time. Might move on to Broken Homes and see if I can now follow all that architecture on Skygarden. Skipped Moon Over Soho which was never a fave. But also have High Vaultage from the library and that Paarfi I never even knew about in transit which should keep me busy. And the never ending George Bellairs to read on the phone/ tablet in restaurants/ while biking.