(to her right is Phil, the nicest man you could possibly work for)
This morning, after a dip in the warm-water pool and having dropped Padma off for her first day at work, I called in at the Roads & Traffic Authority to have our car re-plated with one of those fancy light-blue DC diplomatic corps number plates.
I showed them Padma's employment letter but, apparently, being an NBN Brand Ambassador isn't qualification enough for a diplomatic corps number plate. Down but not out, I crossed the road for a bit of op-shopping at Vinnies and went away with a copy of Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale" which isn't the sort of tale I usually read, but since everyone seems to be talking about the movie and the later TV series, I might as well fill that particular gap in my general knowledge.
We've just relit the fireplace and, as much as I dislike the winters this far south, I always feel as happy as a pig in the proverbial when I sit close to a burning logfire with a glass of hot "Glühwein" even closer.
