The idea was to wear all my winter socks. To make sure I wore them all I would save them up for one enormous sock wash.
Fugitive and compromised socks were re-united and darned as applicable.
To speed things up, I took to wearing double socks. Not too bad at this time of the year.
“The excitement’s mounting,” I announced.
“Corona, set him free!” cried D, as if to the heavens above.
General mood (not just me): Cranky.
Where to start?
Forget the specifics of the pandemic. Too depressing.
Better far a remoaner grudge against the forced amalgamation in 2016 of Canterbury with Bankstown to form the mega Canterbury-Bankstown “LGA” (Local Government Area, if you haven’t mastered the lingo). This has been revived by the NSW Health Officer’s habit of imposing restrictions based on LGAs.
From today’s SMH:
Suburbs such as Hurlstone Park, Earlwood, Croydon Park and Canterbury have barely a case between them and are a 28-kilometre drive from virus-ridden Fairfield.
They appear to have been caught in tougher restrictions due to 2016 council amalgamations, when Canterbury and Bankstown merged to form the most populous local government area in Sydney.
‘‘We at the ‘Paris end’ of Canterbury should not be lumped in with Bankstown, Fairfield,’’ commented [Hurlstone Park] local Jeff Swain.
What about Ashbury? Is this how the SMH rewards Con Vaitsas?
D wanted hot-pot. This is everything ready to go.
Hot-pot cries out for company. It’s a lot of fuss for only two.
We didn’t manage to polish off all of this. There will have to be a second sitting tomorrow.
Rest assured, the prawns are safely dispatched.
Stumbling on melons 