No Time for Love
Oct. 25th, 2012 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI submitted my Masters application today, so fingers crossed. I've been sitting on it for a while. The application itself is fine, but it requires all these certified documents with it. It's easy enough to get things certified, as doctors are one of the acceptable signatories and I am surrounded by them. Most of them are terrible gossips, though, and I wanted them to just certify the copy, not interrogate me on the contents, so I waited until kindly old Dr E came in.
Obviously you are all following the election news. The City by the Sea's local council election news, that is. It is a hotbed of intrigue. The local paper has been run off its feet. Last week, for example, several campaign posters were vandalised. Here's how bad it was: a bald candidate had hair drawn on him. Oh no! Another one had a mustache added. I am sure you are as shocked as I was, f-list.
For the last two years, the local paper's letters to the editor page has had regular contributions from a woman called Wilma Wright. In last Saturday's paper, Wilma wrote about the council elections, revealing a better-than-average knowledge of the inner workings of the council, and being particularly scathing about three candidates. During the election period, all letters about the election are required by law to be accompanied by the writer's name and address, and it turns out there is no Wilma Wright living on Hopkins Point Road, the address given in the letter. So today the local paper actually had exciting news: Wilma is actually the adult son of the council's CEO. Wilma doesn't even live in the City by the Sea. He has been writing his letters from Queensland. He wrote them, he says, because he loves the City by the Sea and wants to help us; he used a pen-name in tribute to the legacy of Mark Twain, and also to differentiate his opinions from his father's job. I think he's just made his father's job a whole lot more difficult. And now there is talk that the whole election may have to be cancelled and started again, so his is the sort of help we could have done without.
Obviously you are all following the election news. The City by the Sea's local council election news, that is. It is a hotbed of intrigue. The local paper has been run off its feet. Last week, for example, several campaign posters were vandalised. Here's how bad it was: a bald candidate had hair drawn on him. Oh no! Another one had a mustache added. I am sure you are as shocked as I was, f-list.
For the last two years, the local paper's letters to the editor page has had regular contributions from a woman called Wilma Wright. In last Saturday's paper, Wilma wrote about the council elections, revealing a better-than-average knowledge of the inner workings of the council, and being particularly scathing about three candidates. During the election period, all letters about the election are required by law to be accompanied by the writer's name and address, and it turns out there is no Wilma Wright living on Hopkins Point Road, the address given in the letter. So today the local paper actually had exciting news: Wilma is actually the adult son of the council's CEO. Wilma doesn't even live in the City by the Sea. He has been writing his letters from Queensland. He wrote them, he says, because he loves the City by the Sea and wants to help us; he used a pen-name in tribute to the legacy of Mark Twain, and also to differentiate his opinions from his father's job. I think he's just made his father's job a whole lot more difficult. And now there is talk that the whole election may have to be cancelled and started again, so his is the sort of help we could have done without.