Voting in the cold and wet...
Ah, Melbourne! Whoever arranges the seasons seems to have forgotten that winter is over in Melbourne and left the cold water tap on. The sun is out, but it's still wet.
And I still had to go and vote. I left my umbrella at home, so stopped at a discount shop to buy one. It cost me $10 and wouldn't stay up. I had to hold it pushed open. Before voting I went to pick up a parcel from the post office and found it was my tax return form to be signed, not a book for reviewing(At least I'm getting a refund this year, though I had to pay more than that recently for my last year's writing income). I had to place it into a plastic bag to keep it dry, then spent time over a pot of tea deciding who got my Council vote this time. My main bag was soaked underneath and while I ordered I left it on the chair, which became wet...and I sat on it. :(
I bought a new umbrella after the vote. I had to.
Not a good day, so far, and still pouring outside.
Still, I'm inside! curled up with Gillian Polack's intriguing novel The Wizardry Of Jewish Women, which I want to finish before handing it to my mother, who has been demanding it.
At least I'm dry again.
And I still had to go and vote. I left my umbrella at home, so stopped at a discount shop to buy one. It cost me $10 and wouldn't stay up. I had to hold it pushed open. Before voting I went to pick up a parcel from the post office and found it was my tax return form to be signed, not a book for reviewing(At least I'm getting a refund this year, though I had to pay more than that recently for my last year's writing income). I had to place it into a plastic bag to keep it dry, then spent time over a pot of tea deciding who got my Council vote this time. My main bag was soaked underneath and while I ordered I left it on the chair, which became wet...and I sat on it. :(
I bought a new umbrella after the vote. I had to.
Not a good day, so far, and still pouring outside.
Still, I'm inside! curled up with Gillian Polack's intriguing novel The Wizardry Of Jewish Women, which I want to finish before handing it to my mother, who has been demanding it.
At least I'm dry again.