the sunday times

oh how the mighty have fallen. there once was a time when the australian was the only paper for me. living 45 minutes from the nearest purveyor of newspapers, i am now reduced to asking people, yes actually asking, to buy the sunday times for me if someone dashes into town. while i know i am going to be disappointed, there's something about a cuppa and the rustle of newsprint that i am looking forward to tomorrow at about morning tea time.