Tuesday, November 06, 2018
Ring ring from Yeppoon
Such a lot of wisdom in that. Communication is important except when it's a cold caller for some rubbish or a sister who's communication comes across like a soggy biscuit dropped in a cup of tea. The most infuriating thing that can happen, dropping the Teddy biscuit in a cup of tea.
This is usually me on the phone listening or trying to talk to my sister. It's definitely me at least two hours after I put down the phone trying to calm myself.
She rings to tell me it's shining brightly on the coast and it's raining in Melbourne. Biatch, I'm in Melbourne and don't know it's raining. (crazy stage)
She's off to the pub, booked a table and half price lunch to watch The Cup. I wondered to mother the other day if wrinkle face was still cementing with make up before she left the house. Apparently only if she's going to the pub as there is a little problem with the muggy heat and she has to sit in front of a fan for half an hour to set her face or everything runs down her neck. (insane stage)
She won't be betting too much after all she on a pension now. This from someone who would back horses in Toowomba at midnight cross-eyed from too many Fosters (psycho stage).
Haven't rung Mum, is she still with us? (psycho stage with desire to face slap hard).
Funny how I keep getting these calls though, I'm sure I don't have a sister.