I think I was eating a sandwich… No. No, it was a wrap. That’s right. I had some leftover rice and maple-baked salmon, and I decided to heat that up for lunch. And thus, for the forty-second year in a row, I missed the Melbourne Cup.
Normally I do it on purpose, because I’m weird. (I missed it when I was 19 and felt quite special, so I kept on missing it, each year, on purpose. But this year, I just forgot it was on.
Can confirm the tradies working on my roof didn’t stop either. They just kept bashing away at the job, for which I’m grateful.
Half the house, including my office, is without lights, the solar panels are switched off, so I have to actually pay for my electricity now, and we can’t park the new car in the garage because this is the driveway.
Makes for a scary hailstorm season, let me tell ya.