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Are we having fun yet?

Well I am having fun playing tennis, now my body has got used to playing again but I daresay it won't last as I see another lockdown on the horizon.  As I tackle 'experts' who are really just insurance assessors, holes in the walls and challenging problems that my poor son encounters in the UK, I find I have less time to follow the US election.  I do know that the Americans have made their election system so complicated, and in my view undemocratic, that they should devise a fairer one before the next President is voted in.  There is no uniform system across the country, each state having their own rules and even their own closing date for counting votes.  Then when all the votes are counted it doesn't matter one jot who the American people have chosen because the Electoral College takes over and decides who will win.  They constantly boast about being the greatest democracy in the world but really they haven't a clue.

It is going to be a long winter for most of us so I got my Spanish books out - again.  They have sat there for a week and so far I have learned how to say Hello, how are you and my name is Sue, what is yours?  Not very impressive.  My laptop has gone into giant print and I can't seem to get it back to normal and my  printer has rebelled.   The expert says I have to keep the holes in the wall until the  spring to let the walls dry out and my insurance premiums have gone up because I dared to make a claim, not having made one ever before.   The front tyre on my bike keeps going flat and I don't have a puncture kit and I can't escape all this because the cafes are closed so I can't even sit and watch the world go by.  I did win at tennis yesterday so there is always something to be cheerful about so yes overall yes it is fun, just not the fun we are used to.

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