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The most magical night of the quintennium
Aug. 7th, 2006 10:40 pmWhy do almost all my socks have holes in them? And why do they develop them all at once? I had to wear my least favourite white pair today, which I'm finding a little disconcerting. If I catch sight of my feet I see a flash of white between my black shoes and grey trousers, and for a second it seems as though I'm wearing spats. The white socks do show up nicely in the daisy-shaped cut-outs on the side of my shoes though (I hasten to point out that the daisy is a coincidence; I don't actively seek out user-name themed clothing).
I bought some new socks at lunchtime and unpacked them when I got home. One pair, lovely, flimsy turquoise things with lacy butterflies woven into them, turned out to be a trio instead: three socks, one noticeably larger than the other two. Most curious. Who exactly are these socks made for?
Also at home, I discovered that the census forms arrived today. Phew! I was beginning to worry that my house wouldn't be counted on Tuesday, which would be a shame because I love census night. What's not to enjoy about official permission to indulge in two of my favourite pastimes, sitting quietly and filling in forms? Really, only voting and doing my tax return come close, but it's better than either; better than voting because it's bigger, and better than the tax return because it only comes around every five years so it's special, like the World Cup. This year I'll be doing it on-line, which is a time- and labour-saver for the Australian Bureau of Statistics, I suppose, but disappointing for me because I do so enjoy writing in forms, filling in one letter per tiny, rectangular box. My mother was meant to be on holiday until Tuesday, which pleased me because it meant I would finally discover what happens in hotels on census night (do they put a form in each room?). Unfortunately she'll be home by then, so that will remain forever a mystery.
I bought some new socks at lunchtime and unpacked them when I got home. One pair, lovely, flimsy turquoise things with lacy butterflies woven into them, turned out to be a trio instead: three socks, one noticeably larger than the other two. Most curious. Who exactly are these socks made for?
Also at home, I discovered that the census forms arrived today. Phew! I was beginning to worry that my house wouldn't be counted on Tuesday, which would be a shame because I love census night. What's not to enjoy about official permission to indulge in two of my favourite pastimes, sitting quietly and filling in forms? Really, only voting and doing my tax return come close, but it's better than either; better than voting because it's bigger, and better than the tax return because it only comes around every five years so it's special, like the World Cup. This year I'll be doing it on-line, which is a time- and labour-saver for the Australian Bureau of Statistics, I suppose, but disappointing for me because I do so enjoy writing in forms, filling in one letter per tiny, rectangular box. My mother was meant to be on holiday until Tuesday, which pleased me because it meant I would finally discover what happens in hotels on census night (do they put a form in each room?). Unfortunately she'll be home by then, so that will remain forever a mystery.
