Turns out that the internet problem was “us” and not “them”. Good because J fixes it first thing in the morning. Replacement plug and all’s well.
Morning with internet restored brings expected if joyless news of Doug Ford’s third majority government. And, also expected, Sol Mamakwa takes our riding for the NDP with over 60% of the vote. Our absence makes no critical difference. Can’t always say that though. In the next door constituency, Mushkegowak-James Bay, the NDP incumbent, came in four votes ahead of the Conservative challenger (pending recount, obviously). Reminding us of the municipal election in 1988 when Doug MacMillan and Ed Adriano were tied for position of councillor even after a recount and the decision had to be made by drawing straws.
Blue Song in the afternoon. The regulars there except for Criegan who, it turns out, is in hospital, having been transferred yesterday from the local Girne hospital to the larger state one in Lefkoşa by ambulance. This occasioning some amusement- considered decent as C has had a stent put in and is now more than eager to leave - as he apparently (notes compared) phoned at least three of the women at the table from the ambulance en route, arranging visits, rides home, etc. Leaving John to refer to them as Criegan’s harem. Some concern over C’s flat being three floors up with no lift as everyone explaining the unsuitability of their own accommodation for housing an extra person. Leaving Daphne admitting to a ground floor flat but protesting that it is very tiny.
Swifts circling above the village as we walk up on our way home. They always seem to come at dusk. But where are they the rest of the time? They spend virtually their whole lives in flight - eating, sleeping and even mating on the wing.