Walked over to the Spadina Shoppers PO in the cold grey dank, with gunk on the wheels because melted snow + leaf detritus + mud/ clay from the many many condos a-building on Dupont. But parcel dispatched quickly, though my heart sank when I realized the one guy ahead of me had fifteen or so identical flat parcels to post and was in deep consultation with the clerk. Sat down to wait-- such useful things, Rollators-- but guy realized he couldn't mail his fifteen parcels the way he wanted, gathered them up, and went on his merry way. Luckily, because by that time there was a line of lunch-hour would-be mailers behind me. Still faster than the Bloor Shoppers for sure, but that's because there are fewer businesses and buildings on Dupont (see: condos a-building) than on Bloor, where the Shoppers is the ground floor of a high-rise apartment.
Then decided to try my luck on the Dupont bus and travelled back no problem at all. Could this be because I had a female driver who took things easy and asked me, getting on and off, if I was OK doing both? Oh, surely not, wottever gave you that idea?
I see there's a new anthology of Victorian detective fic. Have a hold on it, though the editor's article about compiling it gave me pause. He omits any Thorndyke because he can't take Austin Freeman's anti-semitism. Well, alright. But aside from the weird conviction that London's Jewish population tended to lisp, I thought Freeman was fairly well-disposed to his Jewish characters. Certainly they aren't all money lenders as in Sayers or money-obsessed as in Mitchell. And IIRC Thorndyke can read Yiddish, which is more than any other Golden Age detective can do.
