... well, mostly, I didn't stop. I don't care and I've stopped even pretending that I do.
I expect a knock on the door from some official "them" demanding the return of my Australian passport.
In other news, fark, it was hot today. Really, really hot. To hot to walk home, that's for sure. a nice air-conditioned taxi for me!
ETA - for my foreign friends, it was the Melbourne Cup. A horse race for which the entire population of Melbourne gets the day off and the rest of Australia has a very long and boozy lunch and people who normally don't bet on horses do and office staff have sweeps and it's dreadful if you don't give a shit.
Tuesday, November 3
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You really go all out for a pancake race over there!
You are referring to the lack of jumps I am supposing!?
Actually I have no idea what your race was - something horsey? I was referring to the famous Olney Pancake race, where you run through the town flipping pancakes on Shrove Tuesday ;o)(very English and mad)
PS - Very English and mad - I meant the race, not me......
Well, I'm just wondering: How far is the walk that a taxi made all the difference? Because I think I should be very impressed.
(I still have no idea what race you're talking about.)
Roo, foreign weirdo! the MELBOURNE CUP man, doesn't EVERYONE care ?? (except me!)
I'd much rather watch a pancake race.
Cookie, I only walk for about 10 minutes, from the little train to my front door, but it's mostly UPHILL and it was very very hot and horrid and I couldn't bear the thought. So I got a taxi from town, rather than train and walk.
Also, I'm bone idle!
All I know about horse racing is that my father's sage advice was, "Never bet on the grey."
Zoomie, if I bet it's ALWAYS on the Grey! They are the prettiest ones, the grey ones.
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