There's nothing like a breakfast at Ferry Road and S and I were there early this morning for "the usual" of coffee, fresh bread and condiments ... today it was a lovely Apricot Jam from Tasmania, and a room-temperature Camembert Cheese. It doesn't matter which way you have it, the Merlo coffee is excellent.
Next stop . . . voting. S is off to Kyogle this afternoon to have a week-long session with Pa, helping him with "University" and giving him some tips on how to improve his papers. So, because she will be interstate and just in case she's delayed in getting back for Saturday, we went into Southport to vote today. Truly, this is the first time I have had trouble voting from the front ie first to last. There are eight candidates in our electorate and to cast a valid vote in the Lower House, you have to give each a number from 1 to 8. You wouldn't think it would be that difficult to rank them from favourite to least favourite ... but not so much. A couple of other folk I have talked to had a similar dilemma.
M arrived at lunchtime to collect S, and we had lunch before they both went off just after lunch. But they came back within a few minutes because M had left his mobile phone behind. I like to think I would have found it while I was cleaning up, but at least this way he didn't have too far to come back.
It was a quiet afternoon at Latimers - probably because only the furries were here. I took myself out to Maccas for another free coffee and to do some writing exercises (a September challenge).
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