...is particularly annoying when every single cargo van and small cube truck in the city are booked for the weekend. Even more so when the rental people allow you to book online, then call a day later to tell you that they actually have no vehicles.
Also, this morning's catastrophic failure of a tiny piece of plastic in the toilet tank suggests that the demise of the neighbourhood hardware store thanks to the big-box-in-the-outer-Hebrides retail model must be a mark of societal insanity and a sign of the Apocalypse.
Other than that, the new place is great, and the internets and phone were hooked-up in record time. Not.like.last.time, right Telus?
That is all.
A tail dragging romp through the swamps of the world
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