Boy have I been looking forward to this weekend. This weekend begins a two-week holiday, timed perfectly with gorgeous Brisbane spring weather which only encourages me to wind down my windows and play Powderfinger on the stereo and wistfully think about going camping for a few days at Byron.
My weekend ritual usually beings with the weekend editions of both The Courier-Mail and The Australian. I bought them today without searching through them for their enclosed magazines. This is actually a cause for much fretting, as I really only buy the papers for these inserts, and there was this one fretful weekend where the CM had failed to include it. So now every weekend I wave my papers around in the newsagent, opening them up to ensure it exists.
My hands were well and truly full today, which meant I couldn’t check the papers. I understand the statistical likelihood of getting yet another paper without my beloved magazine is minimal, yet I still believe the one time I don’t check the magazine will be in absentia.
I still haven’t checked the papers I bought this morning; I’ve got about an hour to get through an iced coffee and a gingerbread muffin and read the papers before I am kidnapped and taken to a kid’s party out at Blackbutt.
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Hey, My sincere apologies to all those whom I spammed. Wont do it in future. This is the last spam.
You know, I actually thought I had real comments there for a second. Fricking spam.