Bring back the wall
Twice this week, people have rung the doorbell. Seems that with the melting snow, the wall around the castle is disappearing. I’m too lazy to dig a moat, or construct a trebuchet, ergo I’m going straight through the summer and recalling winter, forthwith. Are you with me on this?
Actually, the visitors this afternoon were welcome. We have been officially enumerated, which required that I confirm my birthday and sign on the dotted line. Do elections come with presents? Of course they do.
The promise list is growing, daily. One party has offered to lower my municipal taxes (which means that there would be no improvements, going forward). Another wants to reopen the hospital that hasn’t closed yet (city people really should study the area before making odd offers). The other parties haven’t shown their bids, just yet. But they will.
More voting in England, where their parliament seems determined to crush their own toes by flailing madly with a mallet. Seriously, the country is losing any credibility, as they continue to vote to not vote (I think). Time to go on YouTube and seek an explanation. Today is the 29th of March. Tomorrow we carry on with the Brexit team still in the starting gate.
The word is out: the price of petrol, locally, will go up by just over 4 cents per litre as our new carbon tax kicks in. That will replace the 3 cents per litre rebate we received earlier in the trimester. Robbery. Less than the recent change brought in by the petroleum industry over the last few weeks, but robbery. As I’ve figured out, if you burn the stuff every time you buy it, you won’t economize.
