If it weren't for medical appointments, we'd have a very boring life. Today, it's pseudo-medical - the podiatrist. We're due at 9.20 but er only have to go to the Toosey Old People's Home at the top of the street, so we still have time to spare. The podiatrist tells us that she struggles to find staff. New graduates are attracted to the mainland so she tries to bring people i from the Philippines and so on. However, other western countries are all doing the same and thr supply is bnecoming limited. What will we do when there's no one left to trim our nails?
I started trying to get my head around the up-coming election in preparation for making a sensible vote but it's hard. We no longer watch the news and form any opinions we have based on snippets we catch in passing or on prejudices we have from years ago. Names like Jackie Lambie and Clive Palmer evoke a response, but is it still a valid one? Feelings about the parties are still coloured by memories of Scott Morrison, Bob Hawke and Bob Brown. Are they still the same parties? And what about the Teals? I only know them as ducks and do we even have them in Tasmania?
Happily, Tasmania is still a small place so nobody is a stranger and there's probably enough residual knowledge about the people on the ballot for us to make a fairly reasonable decision but I'll bet that not every vote is considered as carefully as ours.
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