You might be raising an eyebrow and saying, "So?" right now. Haha. It's really none of my business as I don't even live in the UK. Haha.

(Side story: When I was really young, I would always go out to meet the newspaper guy and say, "I-star po at Pipoy daw," following the orders of my dad to get a broadsheet--Philippine Star--and a tab--People's Journal. I'd always get "People" word wrong so that's how the poor newspaper guy ended with a new nick.)
When there's something I hate doing, I always bombard my dad with my why questions. "Why do I need to study history? Past is past." And when I was neither young nor adult, dad once told me to wear light makeup on Christmas eve mass. Not being the makeup type of girl, I asked, "Why do I need to wear makeup? It's icky. I'm fine the way I am." Dad said big girls wear makeup. Dad said adults read newspapers.
Then I'd rather not be an adult. I wanna wait for the Sunday papers and read Sunday comics. I want to be unaffected by the dollar-peso exchange rate. I want to not remember who first discovered was, I'm just glad it was discovered.
So Mr. Blair, I accidentally knew about your resignation from listening to the radio. And while flipping through channels in the Korean-dominated TV here in my hotel room.
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