Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Jingle balls, bells, whatever
This is how Christmas should be, it isn't. It's more like this.
And the kids aren't even out of school yet. Do drivers put on a special ningnong hat for rolling the streets in December? I'm counting busdrivers in this as well because I caught a bus yesterday and I swear he was sniggering as I tried to drop the loaded walker to the footpath when it looked like he wasn't going to lower the step. He waited until the last possible moment to drop it and me and walker.
As if it wasn't bad enough that I was on my way to the Home and the crackers. Someone has a rash and I wasn't the first to think 'little livestock a'wandering' or maybe a gift of herpes. Someone had to have their long pants cut off, too tight, too shrunk, too someone else's. Mother and I had a relatively peaceful afternoon as there was an entertainment going on. She was going on about her lovely rainbow lights all over the house and how it lit up the street so I bought her two little trees, one plastic and one glass with tiny baubles on the branches and they light up and change colour. If they keep going until christmas Day, her brain should be nicely rooffied. I wrapped up Doc Marvin's present from mother and since he's like me and likes to start reading a book the minute it's open, I predict a threat of divorce on Christmas morning.
I'd just seen him for blood test results, not as bad as they could have been. In an ideal world BGL 5 or 6 would have been perfect but as he said in my world of chaos, he'll accept 7.1. I was overjoyed as my monitor kept throwing up averages like 8.6. Blood pressure was a little high but I had been on the phone with the sister who wanted to know if pensioners got a Christmas bonus. We're fkn lucky to get a pension with this mob in Canberra.
One more stupid question like that and I will kick her in her knee replacement.
Southland wasn't too bad as I started at the top and worked my way down. Don't bother with Black Opium, too fruity sweet and I did have a great spray while the assistant was helping another lady. I'll stick with the old Opium. And not too many gift sets from Estee Lauder this year which throws a spanner in the cheap works as they usually drop the prices after Christmas. So to Aldi's to buy a fold up table, second attempt. This one was only 6 feet long and folded in two, perfect if I had been Arnold Schwartznegger (did I miss an e). I couldn't move the box, could not even slide it onto the trolley. The girl asked if I wanted a man for assistance, well, yes, but only if he came home in the taxi with me and carried it into the house. I bought a box of macadamia shortbread instead. Nice tin, Doc Marvin likes tins so I'll give it to him from me, minus the shortbread.
I hate the heat already.
And I found out the drama queen white cat has never seen a balloon before. World record leap for his twitchiness, world record squeeze under the coffee table, followed by a record run for the back door.
He crawled in two hours later and gave new meaning to the word 'pussy foot'. I swear it took him 15 minutes to make it across the lounge to hide behind the couch. I couldn't get a nice well adjusted moggie, I had to get a whacko with raw nerves. I wonder what he'd do if I blew one up and then just let it go, better not, the room's in enough mess as it is.
Are we going to get Sydney's storm? Any chance, even a small one preferably before the weekend?