The week Vladimir ‘Adolf Hitler’ Putin “officially” stole Crimea from Ukraine.
I’m posting this a day late, as we’ve been in Melbourne since Thursday for the Formula One Grand Prix and we only just flew home.
The race was great fun and everything was going so well, and then the officials went and ruined it by making the result invalid due to some silly regulation breach. It’s really bad for the sport, for the spectators, for everyone.
There was a bit of bad weather, but nothing like we worried it would be. I think I made the same complaint last year, but I’ll say it again: what’s with all the cigarettes in Melbourne?! You can still smoke in cafés. At the track people have no qualms about sharing your table and then lighting up and wafting cigarette (or – worse – cigar) smoke in your face. Yuck!
Anyway, I’m a little behind on things now. I spent a week trying to cheer myself up with light and fluffy Regency romances, but apparently I don’t like light and fluffy Regency romances! All the inaccuracies and all that modern American dialogue drives me insane. So instead I got into a darker book and reread a favourite.