After the drop in temperatures last weekend and the rain, things are starting to climb back up again here ready for that stupidly timed holiday where I've got pack at the end of this week only to return on Tuesday.
Honestly how messed up can you get it?
I'm supposed to be getting some stuff sent home ready to clean my round things called records before putting them on MiniDiscs as its easier to store a few in my dorm and play them on a player than cart a stereo system back and forth apart from lending itself more to be used on the train.
Thing is so far from what I told in a text message although the red coloured Royal Mail van has been with other stuff it wasn't on it which is very odd as we're only a few miles from the sorting office about seven minutes drive in a car.
The groan ups have had the cards that confirm if you are able to vote both on Thursday for the local government district elections for this bit of the Greater Stoke-on-Trent region and for the Election to the European Parliament , IF in this god awful mess the groan ups have made around it and when somebody actually says they will be held cos nobody knows for sure if we will be.
You don't have to bring them with you when you vote apparently but having them is proof you are eligible to vote. They use a pencil and paper here for it.
What I don't get is why although it has the correct address on it, it has a street ID that's not ours on the top right hand corner.
That's so bizzare.
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