Marilyn has gone off to work this morning and I have an appointment at the hospital so our lives go on uninterrupted by the machinations of what passes for politics in Australia. Marilyn had an email last night confirming that she will be needed until Friday, at least, and not expect to finish early. She's happy enough to comply and is rubbing her hands together, thinking about the extra dollars in her bank account. In fact, that's the only plus I can find in this whole dopey game: deserving people can make a few dollars by involving themselves in the complicated business of sorting out the results.
I've said it before: with the technology that's available to us today, why are we persevering with an 18th century system which is wide open for errors and abuse?
Jamie and Nera are in Hobart at the moment so my only role in life is to baby-sit Archie. Oh, that it has come to this!
Clearly winter has hit these southern states and we had a bit of a frost last night. Still, the air is clear and Tasmania is still, probably, the best place in the world to live.
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