I can't talk about it. I didn't drink my booze or open my chocolates, my mouth wouldn't close.
Honestly these three would have made a better party for Parliament than the morons other people elected. Waiting now for Clive to once again demand that Queensland secede from Australia.
Since every poll got it all wrong I will put it out that Abbott will find someway to stand as an Independant just to prove he is the arse he's always tried to hide.
When things quieten down I'll be writing to Labor Party to think about having a list of people who will be voting by post for all elections. I was too sick to go out and post my letter so it was up to the school in nice sunshine. World of Warcraft waging in left arm with the flu vac and by the reaction, my T cells were winning.
Boo to bitch, who, when I was leaving looked at me but spoke to bloke coming in back door to make sure he left by front door. Front door has a step of 10 or 12 cms, very difficult with dodgy knees, dizzies and a walker. Just for that I refused to buy their cakes. Staggered to shop for their divine coffee and sat until I could walk to rest of the way home.
Every time one of those urks got another vote I turned to SBS and watched Queen sing. Could not bear to see Victor and Vanquished speeches and almost went to bed then but I was comfortable. And on comes The Drum with a brilliant run down of what had happened followed by a re-run of the first episode of the new series of Harrow then it was bed. Unfortunately I had been interrupted in taking off the bottom sheet and putting new winter one on. Damn, slept on the wool overlay but woke up with pain somewhere and couldn't wake up enough to find out where it was until I swung legs out of bed. Spine, down the leg to zinging foot so Voltaren on, wait a few minutes, pain gone. Still haven't put the sheet on yet.
Too much sitting with magazines but I have only 8 or so to throw out.
Anybody remember Silkymits? If you do you're officially old but they were handy in between shaving legs to keep the hair down. I failed leg shave, always nearly bled to death when using that damn razor. Good thing I wasn't a bloke, cut throats would have been the death of me.
Other things, not much advertising for perfume except Tweed but loads for ladies' cigarettes.
Put the news on now and keep my eyes shut. Watch out for freedom of religion brought up in Parliament. Me, I'm dying my white cat black and back to dancing in the moonlight.