There's not much happening in our little corner of the state. Jamie and Nera have taken Brendan to Hobart for the weekend and we're looking after Archie. He spends as much time here as he does at home and seems comfortable enough with the arrangement. Jamie has sent a message to say that they are staying in a tower room at Wrest Point and have wonderful views of the Derwent River and Salamanca Place. The famous market is in full swing and there are little boats sailing around on the river. I think he is a bit nostalgic for the days of his childhood here. Clearly. he has great memories.
The weather is a bit odd. W always change our sheets on Friday when the cleaning lady comes and hope to wash them on the weekend. It's a bit cloudy but Marilyn went ahead anyway. They're both now out on the line and we're watching the clouds anxiously in case I have to make a dash. There's nothing worse than having to bring them in when you've gone to all the trouble to put them out.
I've following a fellow on Quora called Ian Lang who writes from somewhere in the north of England. His stuff is quirky and he always signs off with, 'I blame the EU. Ursula ....'.
I'd follow his lead but I don't know who to blame.
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