Another trip to Launceston today; that's three in the past week and I'm counting the cost of the fuel bill. It's hard to know where is the best place to live. If we live in Deloraine, we find that we need to visit Launceston frequently and, if we live in Launceston, Deloraine beckons.
I'm really put off by the election posters along the highway. I can't imagine voting for any of the grinning fools. If they don't look like used car salesmen, they come over as earnest evangelists. Surely they have advisers who can point out how dopey they look. One fellow doesn't have his photo on his poster. He's obviously been told, or is honest enough to realise, that his face is not an asset. He has a shaved head and ears which make him look like an extra from Lord of the Rings. We're watching an item on the 7.30 Report about the local representatives of the Palmer United Party, with Clive strutting his stuff. Only two weeks until the election; thank goodness we won't be in the state to suffer all the nonsense.
We've moved the van to a storage area in the caravan park where it will sit patiently while we are away. The original plan was that Jamie would return from the Philippines last Sunday and would live here for at least a month. Typically, that changed and he'll be staying in Manila for another few weeks. So the van stays here.
We're off tomorrow and it will be a busy day. We have a car rally and a birthday party to go to before we get on the plane, but we'll cope.
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