Life and Times of Susan

Out of the mouths of babes.........

2011-10-01T14:18:00.001+09:30

My lovely young grand-daughter has some funny ideas about me. I am legally blind and have never held a driver's licence.
Miss W is way too young(4) to understand about my lack of eyesight, and has never been able comprehend why I never drive a car. She asked my hubby a few weeks ago about it, and he told her that I have never had one. It must be weighing on her mind a bit.
Yesterday, she asked her mum something about my lack of car licence, and my daughter said I had never had one.
Miss W piped up, "Nan must have been picked up by the cops, and they took it away from her."
I, once again, tried to explain why I do not have one. It is more difficult for her, and others to understand, as my eye condition is such, the usual prescription lenses will never help. She will understand as she gets older. Her mum says she watches too much TV.
Ya gotta love 'em!

When is senior's day, not senior's day?

2011-09-28T13:18:00.000+09:30

When the local pub decides, for whatever reason, it is not profitable enough. We had lunch at our 'local' today, to celebrate our 42nd wedding anniversary, which was yesterday. Hubby was at the farm the previous two days, hence the later day out. They used to have Senior's Day, every Wednesday. We were allowed 10% discount off the menu price. This included a dessert as well as the main meal. We were informed today that senior's day was not profitable enough and there was too much wastage. we still received the 10% discount. Dessert was extra. Well, I think someone's logic is off kilter, because, we had fish, and normally, we would only get a tichy bit of thin fish plus a choice of two desserts. Today, we had fish, and were astounded to behold two LARGE pieces of fish on our plates.
I was unable to eat all mine, and hubby had two and a half pieces. I said to him that he had easily consumed his quota of two meals of fish we are told we should eat in a week.
If the mangagement wish to cut down on wastage, I think they should serve smaller portions. The older person can not consume such large quantities. One piece the size we had, would be more than enough for anyone.

Pet peeve #9. Queue jumpers!

2011-08-31T11:23:00.000+09:30

This is one thing that has annoyed me all my life. I have never had the confidence to do anything about it though.Yesterday, I was waiting in line at the post office, when a young woman edged past me an put a large envelope on the counter. She said someting to the postal worker along the lines, 'I will just leave this here'. Said postal worked never batted an eye. I gave the young' offender' a hard look.

About two minutes later, another young woman did the same thing with a post satchel. No excuse me, apology, nothing. The father of one of my sisters-in-law, was known to give these people a loud dressing down. I think the reason I do not do anything about it is, I am basically polite, and do not want to make a scene or embarrass people, or myself for that matter. I wish I knew how to do it without 'shooting them down in flames and belittling them. I know how I would feel.

It's time to............

2011-08-31T11:11:00.000+09:30

A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in my daughter's car with her little girl, who was in her car seat behid me. This little lady is never backward in coming forward,[I don't think that is necessarily a bad thing] and out of the 'blue' she said, " Nan." " Yes, darling." "Have you combed your hair today?" I assured her I had, but it made me laugh, and I realized it must need cutting. This I have had done this morning. Ya gotta love 'em.

Phone calls that are 'suss'.

2011-08-24T16:26:00.000+09:30

I just had another phone call when the caller failed to identify themselves or their organization, and asked to speak to Susan. This is the bane of my life.
Conversation went something like this:-

Ring, ring, Me:- 'Hullo'
She:-, 'Hullo, could I speak to Susan please?'
Me:- 'Which Susan would that be?'
She:- 'Susan H.'
Me:- Yes, that is me. Who is calling please?
She:- My name is Helen. I am calling about a membership you had with us.
Me:- Who do you represent?
She waffle.
Me:- I am sorry but you have not told me who you represent. What organization are you from?
She:- Oh, I can't tell you that, it is a privacy thing.
Me:- If you can't tell me that, then I can't help you.
She:- There is not need to shout!
I hung up at this juncture.
This call was on my mobile and the number was withheld.
I am soooo sick of people ringing me no matter which phone they call me on, who just ask to speak to Susan. THEY get stroppy when I try to make them tell me the full name of the person they wish to speak to. It is just good manners to aprise the callee who is calling.

Pet Peeve #8. TV Chanels that alter programmes at the last minute from the one advertised.

2011-07-02T15:47:00.002+09:30

I am not very clever when it comes to remembering the programmes I have hilighted in my TV guide, that I would like to watch in the day time. One reason is that I do not watch day time TV. The other is, I am usually on the internet, playing games or on Face Book.Usually the latter.

My computer has become my lifeline, and I enjoy doing things online. I had hilighted a movie on Ch 7 called, 'Eloise' It is based on the children's story of a six year old girl, who lives at The Plaza Hotel in New York. She is VERY precocious and gives the staff, and her unfortunate nanny, a terrible time. My brother obtained a copy of the book a few years ago, but was not able to obtain one for me. I thought, I would tape it and, if, the film was true to the story, I would give it to him to watch.

BUT, once again the bleep chanel put another movie on instead!!!!! They broardcast, Uptown Girls" Phooey! I am NOT impressed, but they can do this without compunction and to heck with the viewers, who, like me, had been looking forward all week to watching the movie.

You just have to love 'em.

2011-03-06T10:34:00.001+10:30

Last Friday, my daughter and I went shopping in Naracoorte.
A certain young lady, namely my nearly four year old grand daughter, came with us.
I have taken great pains to impress upon the children that, as I have been designated Nan, as opposed to Grandma, I REFUSE to answer to Nanna,It has taken lots of insistabce and persistance on my part, to get them to accede to my wish.
It has finally paid off.
On the way home, W wanted to ask me something and said in a sing song way, "Nanny" Her mother sputtered, "Nanny??" I said," I am not a goat." To which W replied, "Yes you are." Then she repeated the "Nanny". Her mum and I were laughing so hard we never did find out what W wanted. I suspect W had a cheeky grin on her face, as I could detect it in her voice even though I could not turn around to see.

How to get somfing for nuffing

2011-03-03T19:39:00.000+10:30

First of all, you need to have a great friend, who is looking out for you. I have the great good fortune to have such a friend. [No names, no pack drill. She knows who she is]
I have been playing Bejewelled Blitz on Face Book for some time now, and recently, they have said the Bejewelled 3 is available.
I went in to the computer shop on Tuesday, and asked if they could see if they could obtain it for me. I foolishly said, I did not care what it cost, then thought better of it and asked the lass to let me know before ordering it. Later that day, she sent me a SMS to say it would cost $30.00 I could have downloaded it onto my hard drive, but I do not know how . I sent a text back and said that would be OK. I told my daughter just after that and she said I should tell them to basically, put it where the sun don't shine. She said the Pop Cap games are not usually over $20.00
Last evening, my good friend came around, and she was full of glee. She was clutching a games CD Rom, and anyone would have thought she had found the greatest treasure on Earth. LOL She and her son had journeyed to Naracoorte . as her son had wanted to see if he could purchase a particular game for his X box.[I think]
While in the shop, my friend saw the said game, and as it was under $20.00, she bought it.
She was so pleased with herself, and offered to let me load it on my PC, and not a red cent changed hands. I am not prone to looking gift horses in the mouth.

What a hoot!!!

2011-02-21T19:35:00.000+10:30

My son has posted a couple of items on Blogger recently, about how he has dealt with Telemarketers. Very amusing too.
Recently, I have had phone problems of a different kind. No dial tone, then when that was fixed no Internet, unless I removed the filter/splitter and inserted either the phone cord or the modem cord.
Not at all satisfactory. I have since bought a new filter, and that has fixed that little dilemma. I also have had dreadful, at times, static on the line. I reported that nearly two weeks ago, The techie came and fixed that last week. I have spoken with the same young lady a couple of times. Tonight, I answered a call, and she said who she was calling for and said she wished to speak to Suzanne. I said, if she wanted to speak to Susan, that I am she, but not Suzanne. She was taken aback, and very nonplussed, and just said 'Oh." A few seconds silence and she hung up. That was half an hour ago, and she has not called back.
I am still smiling about that.

Phew! We finally made it!

2011-01-27T19:37:00.002+10:30

Last weekend I had my birthday.The night before, spouse's brother rang to say that the part he was expecting for our irrigation motor had arrived, and the mechanic would be at our farm, 9 am the next day, if he wished to be there. My birthday. I knew it was pointless making a fuss and trying to stop him from going, so, when he asked me when I would like to go out for dinner to celabrate, I said the night after the event would be OK. On the designated evening, I had just woken from a longer than anticipated Nana nap. I do NOT function at all well when I have just woken up. Hubby has had his evening meal at 5pm ever since he became a Diabetic, nearly 19 years ago. As that was the time I woke, he was about to get himself something to eat. I didn't cotton on, and had my tea too. It was only when I was sending a friend a message on Face Book, that it dawned on me, we had forgotten to go out. I went outside and found him watering my roses. I playfully punched him in the arm, and, in a mock scolding voice, said, "You forgotted to take me out for my birthday tea." He just laughed and said, "You forgot too." He said we would go out on wednesday, as he would be at the farm on Monday and Tuesday. I said that would be OK. As yesterday was a public holiday, for Australia Day. Having forgotten once again, I said we would probably not get a table without booking. Somehow I don't think we needed to book. The trade has fallen off at the pub of late. We finally made it tonight. We ordered battered Butter fish and veg. Weeeeeeeeeelll, the fish was OK, two decent sized pieces, but the veg. Blah. Aprox one dessert spoon of finely shredded boiled cabbage a teaspoon of corn, three small strips of under cooked Zucchini, and a spoonful of hot Potato salad. No chips/fries. I also asked for a Chocolate Mousse basket for dessert. The lady had to check they still had some. When the waitress brought the dessert to me, she said that I could eat the basket. I said I realized that, She told me a lot of people left it, because they thought it was plastic?! They had drizzled chocolate syrup on the plate and had sat the basket on it. As the chocolate was quite firm, the whole thing was dancing around my plate. I had to go into the Bistro and get a fork to anchor the thing. Quite comical.

Andre, my hero.

2010-12-11T16:13:00.000+10:30

Andre's concerts have to be experienced to understand what this man and his music do to the audience. I for one was extremely fortunate to be able to attend his first concert in Adelaide, in 2008.
One can only gain a suggestion of the joy, fun and pleasure of the concerts from his DVDs. It is of course very satisfying, to be able to relive any concert one has attended, when the DVD is published. There are many occurances, on stage and in the audience, that are not captured on film, as the camera men can not capture everything.
It is nothing short of snobbery, that the 'purists' denegrate him for his style of presentaion and music.
Andre encourages his audience to paticipate, by clapping in time to the music, and dancing in the aisles.
There is a plethora of other classical music for the purists to enjoy, so why do they feel it is necassary to criticize him at all? As to the other classical music, there is much of it I love, and just as much I loathe.
I say, each to their own preference, and let us enjoy what and whom we choose.

It's a funny old life.

2010-11-10T17:18:00.000+10:30

Hubby has still to get his tax done. Being a business, we have a farm, he can leave it later than most. He said he had an appointment for this morning. Then he found the card and discovered that it is for tomorrow morning. Problem. We will be travelling to Naracoorte tomorrow morning, for our bi-weekly shopping. We always have lunch in Naracoorte, and, as the appointment is 11.00 am, I suggested we have lunch here today, instead of worrying about it tomorrow.That worked out fine. Meal was much better this time. The pub is under new management, and they must have a new cook also. We had battered Butterfish. Neville had Golden Syrup Dumplins(? there was only one), and I had a Chocolate Nut Sundae.
They spelled it Sunday
This is the kind of nut(?) Sundae my grandson would be able to eat. He is allergic to all nuts. There were none on it!!! Not even a trace.
This afternoon, the lass from the accountants rang and asked for Neville. It turns out, they had to pospone his appointment till next week, as 'something has come up'. This is good for us, as we will be able to leave at the usual time tomorrow.

Yay! They didn't 'get' me!

2010-10-20T17:47:00.000+10:30

Last week I received a letter from my credit union, informing me my credit card number was in a batch of numbers that had been compromised. This was a shock, as you can appreciate. We know this sort of thing happens, but not to us. I was also informed they would send me a new card and PIN, and I was to ring as soon as the card arrived so it could be activated. I was given the option of doing this on line, but demurred, as I have no idea how safe that would be.
The card arrived today and I then had to ring all people who needed to know the number had changed. I have a couple of direct debit accounts and various other monthly debits for charities etc. The most sensible, in my opinion, was one lady asked me for the old card no. and then said she would close the account and open a new one with the new no.
One big company told me, it did not matter what the number was for my online payments, as they do not store these details. That was a huge relief.
It is ironic that this happened when it did, as we had just taken extra precautions to protect our identities with the mail. I will not be renewing magazine subs when they expire, as the mags are too big to fit through the slot of the letter box. They are expensive and not of much use or interest.

Liar, liar!

2010-10-08T17:31:00.003+10:30

One thing I detest is being lied to. I also hate being lied about.
About three weeks ago, we traveled to Adelaide to glean information about Solar power, and instilation costs. We called in to a company in Murray Bridge, which is an hour from the city. Hubby went in alone and was there for some time
When he returned to the car, I asked him 'if he had bought the shop', as he was so long. He said, "No, but I thought I might have to go back to work to pay for it, if we were to buy it from these blokes." [Hubby has been retired for quite some time]
We then continued on our way and found a company in the city that will do it for a lot less.
We decided a couple of weeks ago to buy the panels from the ones in the city.
Today, I received a phone call from one of the guys at the Murray Bridge firm, reminding me of our inquiry. He said that he had told hubby he would make a follow up call. Hubby says he did nothing of the kind. Then he asked me if we were proceeding with a purchase of power panels. I told him we were. He then asked my if I minded telling him who we were buying from. I told him I did mind, as it was really none of his business, and said goodbye and hung up.

Cinnamon chops

2010-09-08T13:34:00.002+09:30

Daffy Duck and I have only one thing in common, and that is, our 'daffyness'.
A couple of night ago, I was cooking chops for our evening meal. I have a jar with a sprinkler top on it that has spices in it. I don't use it very often, and the fact that A, it looks similar in colour to the Cinnamon Sugar and B neither has a label anymore, probably accounts for my mistake. I thought it would be nice to add some flavour to the chops, and grabbed a jar that I thought had the spices in it.
I sprinkled some of the contents on the chops, and immediately realised it was Cinnamon Sugar. Oooops!
Hubby was not at all fazed, and as it turned out, we could barely taste it.

Soup? Not what I call soup!

2010-08-06T13:09:00.003+09:30

Dear reader, I have oft written and described pub meals we have endured, rather than enjoyed or relished.
Yesterday was another occasion of non -enjoyment of a meal. We went to our usual hotel/pub for lunch, after we had done shopping etc, in Naracoorte. I should have decided after the last time, not to order soup again. But, I always like to give people a second chance. Bad move as it turned out. The so called soup last time was supposed to be tomato, bacon and parsley. Not at all appealing or tasty.
I decided to have another bowl yesterday. This time it was supposed to be, ooops, memory lapse. Do not recall what it was called. Anyway, I think the cook has absolutely NO idea how to make soup. He just opens several tins of diced tomatoes, and adds bits of what ever he can find and bungs them in a cooking pot and hopes for the best. Just remembered, it was called, Beef and Vegetable soup. It, like last time, was mostly tinned tomatoes and onion. Very watery and not worthy of the title soup. Yuk!!! I was luke warm too. Ugh!
Funny thing is, I am not really much of a soup lover, so it surprised me that I chanced it. Never again.

Don't mess me about!

2010-07-16T17:27:00.002+09:30

I have been far from well the last two weeks. I have had a recurrence of the throat/sinus/chest infection I had less than three months ago. As mentioned in previous post, we had to travel to Adelaide for an eye check up, on Monday just past, I had been ill since the previous Monday. I thought I was beating it, but it had other ideas. I attended out patients on Sunday evening, and was given a course of antibiotics. I finished those today, but still feel less than fit, and have a hacking cough. We went down town this morning, as hubby wanted to go to the council chambers for more info about solar power. He had seen the CEO on telly last night but had not managed to see all the news item.
We did that and I called into the clinic and managed to get an appointment this arvo, but not with my usual GP, as he is away. I had only consulted this fella once before, and was not all that enamoured.
I am allergic to a few drugs, one of which is a commonly prescribed one. Erythromycin, I had a bit of a 'set to' with this doctor about another matter, so the tone was set for him not to take heed of my concerns. He did not discuss his choice of medicine with me. I asked him what he was going to do for me and he said, rahter brusquely, he was giving me antibiotics. I inquired which one, and said not to give me Penicillin, or it's derivitives. He said it was not that but was from the same family of drugs as Erythromycin. I expressed my concern and he assured me it was more than likely OK for me.
I was stunned to discover the script was $24.90 and for only THREE tablets
I very seldom read the information leaflet in drugs boxes. For some reason I did this time. Thank God I did, as it clearly stated, if the patient was allergic to Erythromicin, NOT to take this medication.I rang the chemist and he said I only had two choices. If I decided not to take it, he would take it back. I then rang my daughter and she very firmly told me not to take it, and to ring the doctor and ask for a different script. I have never had to do that before and was aprehensive about it. I did ring, and the receptionist took my number and got him to ring back. I told him what was in the leaflet, and that I had a very bad feeling about taking it. I also told him I had finished up in hospital the last time I had the Erythromicin, and would he write me a script for the Cefalexin my Dr. had given me. He acquiessed very readily. I was extemely relieved I had not had to 'get tough' with him.

'Bombay' lettuce!

2010-07-13T12:59:00.005+09:30

Yesterday we had to travel to Adelaide to our two yearly eye check up. We were in the city beforehand, and, as it was lunch time, and I was waiting for hubby, to return to the car park, I went into the little cafe to buy something to eat.I asked if they did salads to take away. The man said they did, and asked what I would like in it. I said, "A bit of lettuce, bit of carrot, bit of cucumber and a bit of tomato, please" He turned to one of the women there and said, 'she wants a bit of this and a bit of that etc'. The lady asked me what sort of lettuce I would like. Would I like iceburg of 'Bombay' lettuce. I had never heard of it and asked what it was. She said' I will give you Iceburg, then' I said, "No, hold on, I have to see this other kind." I walked to where she was, and asked her to show me this new lettuce. She pointed to a bowl of mixed lettuce leaves. I said, "That is what is called Bombay lettuce is it?" The penny dropped and she realised her mistake. She then told me it is Gourmet lettuce. She assured me they did not have any Indian lettuce and all their products are sourced locally.The other lady and the man were killing themselves laughing.
I said I would try it. As I was leaving, they said "Enjoy your Bombay lettuce." I said I would and would spread the word.
I struggled to chew the stuff, and remarked to hubby that i now knew why cows had to chew everything twice.

Pastry and suchlike delecacies.

2010-06-10T17:56:00.002+09:30

Now, there are those of us , male or female, who are just gifted pastry chefs. And then there are the rest of us. There are those of us who can turn our hand to any kind of cuisine, and create master pieces that look so wonderful, it is a crime to devour them. I, for instance, can not make a sponge cake to save my life. I can do the process up to the point of adding the flour, then it all goes horribly awry. They always turn out like paving bricks. I remember my late mother telling me as a young girl, how she was making all the sponge cakes for one of her sisters' weddings. As we lived on a farm there was no shortage of eggs. Well, not when she started baking that is. She said the first one or two were lovely, then they started to resemble my efforts in later life. Mum was getting progressivly more frustrated, and worried, and shorter of eggs, and had not made her quota. When the next one came out flat, she 'chucked a hissy fit,' and the cake, at the wall! She had no more trouble after that.
Today we made our fortnightly trip south to do the shopping.After I had finished the grocery shop, I walked across town to the post office and, then had a look at an upright freezer. I have been thinking about buying one for some time, as hubby does not like the fact that the ones we have are a. old. b. draw too much power.
When I returned to the shopping plaza, it's too small to be called a mall, I went to the cafe and ordered a cappuccino and a caramel tart. I had had very little breakfast, and was feeling a bit woozy.
The cappuccino was, as always,very good. The tart however, left a lot to be desired.
It had pastry that was as hard as the hobs of hell. It was very difficult to cut with the little dessert fork I had been given.Other than that, it was very tasty.
It reminded me of the times in cooking class in high school. I hated having to make pastry. I am a dab hand a short crust pastry, but flaky or puff pastry, forget it folks! Paving slabs again.
It seemed apparent that the cook had rolled and rerolled the pastry too many times. This will always make it hard and dry, because too much flour has been introduced in to the mixture. Luckily, there is no call for me to make sponges any more. Packet sponges turn out well though. He, he.

Pet Peeve #7 b

2010-06-09T20:19:00.003+09:30

As I stated in pet peeve part#7a, I get ticked off when people ring up and want my husband and do not identify themselves, or acknowledge me. The same woman rang again tonight and wanted him. I knew who it was, but asked her who was calling. She is a doctor, and I was just thinking that an undertaker would treat his clients with more courtesy and dignity than this female.
I have had to consult her once and that was once too often
She has no bedside manner, let alone manners to speak of.

The silly things some people do.

2010-05-21T10:36:00.003+09:30

I am including myself in this group, as I , like everybody have done things when we have not been consentrating properly.
I had an appointment at the hairdresser this morning. Hubby drove me and then waited in the car. He had to go to the chemist nearby, and I was surprised that he was not in the car when I had finished. I waited about 15 minutes for him. He told me as we were driving home, that a lady was trying to put her key in the wrong car lock. I ascertained he meant our car. Her car was a Mazda further along the row of cars,,ours is a Ford.
I asked him if he was in the car at the time. He said he was. I can imagine how embarrassed she must have been when she realized her mistake and saw him, a total stranger, sitting there.

Losing the plot, who's losing the plot? Not me!

2010-05-17T19:20:00.002+09:30

I have been subjected to pitying looks and head shaking in the past, for having 'senior moments', but hubby takes the biscuit in that department.
He went to the farm this morning and intended to stay overnight. He packed the Esky to that purpose, and made a thermos of tea. I did some washing and generally mooched around the place. I watched some videos and mucked around on the computer.
I was coming and going outside most of the day. I got a shock therefore when I heard a familiar voice calling from the back door about 5.30 pm, "Is anybody home?" I thought I was hearing things. It was fairly dark inside as I usually only have the desk light on.
I got up to investigate and was dumbfounded to bump into hubby. I asked him what he was doing home and his reply was," Are you blind or something?' I asked what he meant and he said he had left his food in the Esky on the back verandah. I had walked past it many times and had not seen it!
The irony is folks, I am almost blind. Have been all my life.
So much for ME going dippy. Tch,tch. I said he must have been hungry, but he said he had gone in to Naracoorte and bought some cheese and bacon rolls. He did remember to take his thermos of tea.

Mother's Day/ Stupid chair!

2010-05-15T12:15:00.005+09:30

I know it is nearly a week since we had Mother's Day, but I have not felt like blogging untill now.
I usually have a bleak Mother's day, as I usually spend it at home missing my family. The day was started off by hubby cooking me breakfast, and no, it was not a bit of burnt toast and a cup of tea. He cooked bacon and an egg and toast and made a cup of tea, and it was all done to perfection. He and our son also gave me some money which I have put away as I want to buy a DVD/VCR combo with HD tuner so I can dispense with the set top box. This year I had a wonderful day. My husband and I were invited to our daughter's for a BBQ lunch.
We had fabulous weather and a terrific few hours with our daughter and her family. Lunch was eaten inside and consisted of home made burgers, sausages and steak. We had one of our girl's lovely salads too. She does know how to make a mean green salad with prawns. Yum!I also recieved two boxes of chos from my daughter and her family.
To cap things off nicely, my son sent me a wondeerful ecard, and phoned me.
After lunch I played cards with the boys, and tried to interact with our grand daughter as well. She is three and had just received her first bycycle with trainer wheels. She takes to everything like the proverbial duck to water.
We also went outside and the boys played a sort of cricket with a tennis ball and racquet. Grand daughter got a two gallon bucket and tried to make sand castles. She was a bit disappointed when I said I could not get down on the ground to play with her. [So was i just quietly.] The sand was not damp enough to retain it's shape.
Yesterday our daughter, hubby and daughter came here to do their grocery shopping. Willow wanted to get in to my rocker recliner and was not having any luck, as every time she tried it tipped forward. She got a bit frustrated and muttered, "Stupid chair" Her mum put her in it and she rocked away quite happily.

Soup, glorious soup !

2010-04-26T14:00:00.005+09:30

I have not been very well of late, and therefore have not felt up to preparing meals.
This has not been helped by the fact, the sheep hubby killed last week, went off! This has never happened before in living memory. He usually lets it hang overnight, but last week, for reasons best known to himself, he decided to leave it for another day before he cut it up and bagged it and put it in the freezer. Unfortunately, Wednesday was quite warm, and we do not have a cool room. This meant I did not have meat to cook and therefore very limited choices for meals. Hubby does not like pasta.
I did not eat anything much besides icecream the first three to four days after I became ill, as my throat was so painful, so food was not high on my agenda.
Last night I made a Mornay. I forgot to put the left overs in the fridge, and, as it had Salmon in it, I ditched it this morning. Can't take chances where fish is concerned.
I had some stock in the freezer and decided to thaw it and make soup. Now, my soup is very thick. It has vegetables, perle (?) barley, split peas and some kind of pasta. With all that in it, there was not a lot of liquid. I got myself a bowl of it, and when I went in to the lounge, where hubby was watching the news and having his lunch, the soup was 'it', I could not believe my eyes when I looked, as he had his soup on a dinner plate, on a piece of toast! ! ! I said to him, "It is soup." He said, "I have to be able to cut the bread"
There is nowhere to go after that. I dunno.

Not as green as I may be cabbage looking.

2010-04-15T16:40:00.002+09:30

I have a pre paid moblie phone and it is not one of the main phone service provider's either. I had a call yesterday from some bloke I do not know, asking if he could talk to George Brogan. He was very politely told I did not know the gentleman, and this is not his phone. He then told me that Telstra had given him the number, to which I replied, "I don't think so." Then he had the audacity to ask me what my address was!!! I told him in no uncertain terms that I do not give that sort of information to total strangers, over the phone or at any other time. Then I hung up. Cheek! I may not be very techno savvy, but I am getting better at it. My daughter told me that Telstra can't get my phone number and would be it deep schtum if they did and gave it to other carriers customers.

Food, glorious food. Hard to find in this town!

2010-04-10T11:27:00.002+09:30

There are not very many eateries in this burgh, and the ones we have, are not up to much. It is embarrassing when we have friends call unexpectedly, and we want to take them out for a meal.We have two pubs/hotels and three cafes and a deli. One of the cafes is part of a bakery, and is therefore only open for usual business hours. Likewise the new cafe. this last establishment sells beautiful home made fare, but, the prices are sky high.
The other bakery/cafe is open on weekends but by then they sell the left over somewhat stale bakery products. Not my taste at all.
My brother-in-law and his wife are travelling around in their motor home, visiting rellies They arrived on Tuesday night and rang quite late, and asked what time they should call the next day. I was caught on the back foot, so to speak, and did not know what to say. I jokingly said they should come after breakfast. He said he would not be coming before. That attempt at a joke fell flat They arrived about 9.45 am. I knew they would not feel like a cuppa straightaway, as I had rung earlier to say they could come any time, as it was after 8, and we had had breakfast. I was informed they were just having theirs.
I made us a cuppa about 11 am, and close to lunch time it occured to me, to ask what their plans were for the rest of the day, especially lunch. We discussed things and decided to go to one of the pubs. I then realized it was my day for the home help lady to come. The guys had suggested that wwe would go to the farm after lunch. I rang and asked for the office to contact my cleaner, and she rang me and we changed the times. She has a client after me who she also takes shopping. This lady was very pleased with the time change, so it worked out for all concerned. We decided to put off going to the farm until the next day.
Now about the food. The only pub we grace with our presence has had a succession of cooks, and there is little difference between them. None of them would last in a shearing shed, let alone a quality hotel.
The menu choices were not at all enticing. There was rissoles in gravy or mini beef parmegiana. For dessert the choice was between bread and butter pudding or apple crumble.Hubby and I chose apple crumble and our guests the bread and butteer pud.
Hubby said his rissoles were quite nice, but the other things were not to my liking at all. When the desserts were served, I was horrified after taking my first mouthful, to discover the apple crumble was stone cold straight out of the refrigerator!! I ask you. Doesn't anybody know how to serve food properly? The bread and butter pud was no better. It is supposed to have sultananas in it. There was a minute amount of apricot jam way down deep in the bottom of the bowl. It is at times like that I wish we had a Hungry Jack's or some such in this town. At least the food would be the correct temperature, and more appetising.

Service, with a smile.

2010-03-24T20:00:00.003+10:30

I am aware that my jottings are those of someone who does not have a lot happening in her life, but, not being in a position to do very much, I can only write about what I can do. This of course will not be of much interest to very many people.
I am very grateful to my friend who takes me out on Tuesdays for coffee and a little retail therapy. I look forward to it very much.
We have been loyal customers of a certain establishment for the past four and a half to five years. I am not sure how long it has been now.
On a few occasions I have had to 'remonstrate' with the staff, for bungling our order, or for serving coffee that was either too hot or too cold.
When it occured again last week, I rang my friend later in the day, and suggested that, as I pay for our morning tea, coz she drives me where I need to go, would she have any problem with us going somewhere else on our day out.
She said that would be okay with her. Yesterday, we went to a lovely florist/gift/coffee shop on the main street. The atmosphere and the food and service are a vast improvement. The service is prompt, and the staff very pleasant and friendly. We had become accustomed to second rate food, and did not realise how bad it was until yesterday. This establishment uses only first grade ingredients. We ordered Doorstop open sandwiches, with Avocado, chicken and cheese, plus mugs of coffee. We ate our food and then went shopping. We both felt a little queasy later, and put it down to the cheese. Now, there was nothing wrong with it, it was just good quality, and we had been used to eating melted 'cheese' that resembled rubber and tasted like soap!The bill was only a couple of dollars more and I think, well worth it. There is much more choice in what we can order, so we do not have to have the rich cheese.
I will enjoy my coffee mornings again now.

Pet peeve #7

2010-03-19T19:58:00.004+10:30

I did not think when I started to write these, that there would be very many. But, there seems to be another one every so often.
My 'beef' this time is people who ring wanting to speak to my husband,and do not identify themselves, or ackowledge me in any way. I get VERY ticked off with these ignorant people.
It happened again tonight. This person had rung on Wednesday evening and asked to speak to him. I said "I am sorry, he is not here. He has just gone for his walk." She said she would call Thursday morning, but I told her we would not be home untill the afternoon, and would she please ring after 3 pm.
She did not ring yesterday. When she called tonight she just said, after I had answered with,'Hullo, H.. house' that she wanted to talk to Mr H.. I asked her who was calling and said who she was. I told her I did not think hubby would be able to hear on the phone. [He is fairly deaf.] But I gave it to him and he heard her quite well!!!
I do WISH people would learn how to make a call, and answer the phone.

I didn't do it!

2010-03-18T20:26:00.007+10:30

'Mr not me's' cousin has surfaced in our house. When the kids were small, if asked who had done something, they invariably said, 'not me'.
Last week, after I had made a loaf of bread, I did what I always do, and put the pan in the sink and half filled it with water.I do this each time so any bread that comes away on the mixing paddle, does not go hard, thereby making it difficult to remove when it is washed.
Hubby went to the farm again on Thursday and Friday. He had things to do and he wanted to go to a clearing sale in a nearby town, as he was hoping to buy a second hand twin disc plough.
It is himself who does the dishes, as I can not stand for very long
He did the dishes on Saterday morning, and asked me later where the thing was, as he had not seen it after he had done the dishes. I wanted to make another loaf of bread, but the paddle was no where to be found.
He returned to the farm this Monday and Tuesday. When he came home Tuesday arvo, I told him I could not find the paddle, and could not make bread. I have another bread maker and had tried to make bread, but it was a total flop for some reason.
He said 'I' must have put the thing somewhere! Moi? I explained the above to him, and said I NEVER remove the darn thing, it is left up to him. He said it might be in the rubbish bin, or the icecream bucket that we put food scraps in for a friend's chooks. He duly went through both of them, to no avail.
I, meanwhile, was praying for help to find it, as that bread maker is the best I have used. This morning, it occured to me to look in the cutlery drawer. Voila! There is was, in with the tea spoons!!! I said, 'thank you Lord'
As HE, [hubby] puts the cutlery away, he had obviously put it in without noticing.
In typical male fashion he would not acknowledge the obvious. Hence the title.
Was it a 'senior moment' I wonder?

It's a pup, you bloody idiot!

2010-03-10T17:28:00.003+10:30

I had a doctors appointment this morning at 11.10. I was on time and the receptionist told me there were two people in front of me and if I waited, it would be about half an hour. I usually ring about ten minutes before the appointed time, to ascertain how late the doc is, and take it from there. I had a theory that as they book about four people for each appointment, if you ring first, they can tell you anything they want and put someone else in before you. It became academic today, as I had to wait about 65 mins and FIVE people went in before me, and the doctor came out and called each one! I came out at nearly 12.25. I had other things I needed to do, but had to postpone them as we needed to get home for lunch, as it is not a good idea for a diebetic [my spouse] to go too long without food.
When we went back down town, I had to go to two banks for different errands. As I was about to enter the ANZ, I heard a young bloke calling his dog. I looked around, but could not see it. I turned around to walk through the door, and stopped as there was an adorable black Labrador pup sitting in the way, wanting to play. I stood still so as not to make it harder for it's owneer to catch it. He kept calling it, but, as the pup is only about two to three months old,it has not learned to come on command yet. The owner had to come past me to pick it up. As he was leaving I told him he should have it on a lead. That is when he abused me and said, "I'ts a pup, you bloody idiot!' I do not know this person from 'Adam', but there is no excuse for his behaviour.
The young ladies in the bank heard him and agreed there was no excuse for what he said, and one of them said he would be the 'bloody idiot' when he has a squished dog!
I do not konw if the local by-laws pertaining to dogs having to be on a lead if they are in the town precincts, apply to pups, but it makes sense to start training them as soon a possible.

Weight loss firms, what a rip off!

2010-03-06T19:56:00.002+10:30

I will no doubt, cop some flak from people who disagree with that statement. I am willing to be proven wrong, if, and only if, it can be itemised and leave no doubt that it is money well spent and not really expensive.
I am still struggling with the excess baggage, and contacted a well known firm, that I have previously joined, to ascertain how much it costs, availability of meals, (they deliver to the country)etc. I had sent them an email last weekend, and they finally contacted me Thursday.I was in the process of buying my L-A-Z Boy recliner. I had gone out to tell #1 spouse I had bought it, and to ascertain when he would be able to bring it home, and my mobile was ringing.I had left my bag in the car for him to mind, as I had not intended to buy anything.
It was a lady from said company. I said I was unable to take the call right then, and would she be able to call me in about an hour and a half, as I would be home then.
She said that would be OK. We were home over two hours when she called back. This company no longer has a branch in Mt. Gambier, they operate from Adelaide.She told me they have an arrangement with IGA/Foodland in some country towns,so that their customers can pick up their weekly/ fortnightly meals.
The cost of the meals, even for a pensioner, are prohibitive at $280.00 pf, and the closest town for me to get them is Penola, which is 160 miles round trip. It would add quite a bit to our fuel consumption too. Not to mention the inconvenience. She said they are looking in to getting this agreement with our local Foodland super market, but even at the reduced cost of $100.00 a week, it is still a no go for me.Guess I will have to battle on by myself.Ho Hum!

Wish I could remember.

2010-03-05T21:56:00.003+10:30

Yesterday, as we were about to take the groceries to the car, I bumped into an old school chum. He is a really nice guy, and we do not always see each other. He said hullo and pointed to a very large chap, who was sitting on one of the benches in the mall forecourt. He said to me, "I bet you don't remember this guy." I looked at the man and said, I did not know him. Edward said "No, and he could not place you either untill I told him who you were." Edward said we had all been at Padthaway Primary School together. He told me the other chap's name and I do remember his mum and dad, but not him or his siblings. Funny thing is, absolutely EVERYBODY remembers my elder sister, but they can never recall me. I obviously did not make an impression! I had quite a long chat with Robeert S, and we recalled quite a few other people we had known back in the late 1950's I do not remember much of my school days, as it was not the happiest time for me.When I rang my brother and related this to him, he brought back a lot of people's names I had forgotten.

It's NOT fair!

2010-03-05T11:42:00.004+10:30

My daughter and her family came here today as it is there shopping day. The boys were with them, and I was a bit surprised as it is a school day. It is school sports day too. and as the eldest was away sick last week and could not participate in the trials for sports day events, he was not included in any. I am not sure why the younger one was not picked, but he was here too.
Both boys and their sister wanted to stay with us while mum and dad did the grocery shopping.
Li'l sis was NOT impressed when I said I had a hair appointment, and she would not be able to come this time. I explained we do not have a booster seat in our car, and mum and I tried to make her understand why she could not come with me this time. She was told to get in the car but she folded her arms, stamped her foot and said, "It's not fair!" She is not quite three.
I know how she felt, but it is part of growing up. In the end, only the younger boy stayed and we went down town a bit eairlier so I could buy some nuts.
Nuts to that! I took one look at the prices and dropped them pronto! Mum and dad were just going through the checkout, so R stayed with them and I scooted off to my hair appointment.

Been a bit extravagant, I 'as.

2010-03-04T17:28:00.004+10:30

We have been on our fortnightly shopping excursion, and as I have been wanting to purchase a rocker recliner for some time, I went to one of the furniture shops just to browse. I was unaware they are having a sale on these chairs, and it only has a couple of days to run. The deal is to buy two recliners and you pay much less. I only wanted one, as #1 spouse does not like them. As it turned out, the only one that was suitable for my particular needs, was the last one in this colour. It is seude, kind of burgundy. The actual name is Merlot. That is a type of red wine. It is really lovely and I will be very happy when #1 spouse brings it home next week. It was priced at $1,100 or $1,300 and I paid $899.00.

Cain't stop laffin'

2010-03-01T13:11:00.003+10:30

It is just as well I have a very finely honed sense of the ridiculous,weird sense of humour to the uninitiated.
Yesterday,after church, I was having a coffee and talking to one of my friends,when another lady came over and spoke to us. She then procceeded to lift the hem of my skirt, ever so slightly, and addressed her remarks to the other lady.
Conversation went something like this,
first lady," Isn't this a nice shade of green? I have been admiring it all morning" ( why was she not paying attention to the pastor????)
Second lady, "Yes,it is. Not too dark or too pale.Very nice indeed."
First lady,"Hmmm, yes.Very nice. Nice fabric too." It is not a new skirt I have had it for about four years and worn it many times to church.
Neither of them addressed one word to me and it made me feel like a store Manniquin!!
I have been laughing about it ever since.My friends at Bible study this morning laughed heartily too.

Pet peeve #6

2010-02-17T12:59:00.003+10:30

I do not know about you, dear reader, but I get pretty ticked off when the TV chanels advertise a pregramme and then, on the day put someting totally different on.
Why go to the trouble of advertising it, writing up the blurb and then not sticking to the programme?
There may be a legitimate reason for the change, Maybe the programme did not arrive in time, so they had to use a sbstitute. I know there is also a disclaimer to the effect that they reserve the right to change programmes without notice to us, the viewing public. All the same, it is very annoying.
A similar thing occurred the weekend before last, when a totally new series was advertised, and it did not eventuate. They broardcast The Biggest Loser instead, for TWO HOURS!!!
Said series is supposed to air this week. Time will tell.
The other reason I get annoyed is because I set the VCR to record only to find when I sit down to warch what I thought I had taped, some hideous programme instead.
If we are not meant to tape/record these things, why do they sell us the devices so we can?

Life as we know it

2010-01-06T17:12:00.003+10:30

I have been endeavouring to attack the problem of accumulated junk. It has been piling up for some years, as I have gotten progressivly less able to keep up with the maintainance of order in this house. I HATE not being able to keep up with things. I have been ruthless in tossing things and papers out. I have filled the wheelie bin once, and will no doubt, do it many times yet. I am being vigilant in making sure none of the papers or documents that are disposed of have any identifing information on them, as I do not want to run the risk of identitiy theft/fraud. Consequently, the indoor wood heater has been put to good use. There is a lot to come, and it will take me quite some time to get the job done. The Salvation Army shop will be the recipient of much of the goods I no longer need.
As it is my husband's birthday on Friday, I need to cease my tidying for the moment, and concentrate on clearing up the kitchen. This is where I have been doing the sorting, as I can sit down to do it. I have a large box that I am using as a bin. I put it next to the wood heater, intending to burn the contents at some stage. Yesterday was my morning coffee day with Sue. I was walking past said box, and almost tripped over it! I managed to prevent myself from falling, by grabbing the door frame, and in the process, severly scraped my leg, drawing blood and knocking some skin off, and I will have a bruise down half the side of my lower leg. I did not think a cardboard box could be so vicious! I was fairly 'shook up'. as I am terrified of falling. With my bad back and legs, and the fact I was home alone, I would find it nigh on impossible to get up if I fell.
Life's little irritations.
We went to Naracoorte today, insted of our usual Thursday, for two reasons, 1. we wanted to sell some wool, and the buyer is only available on Wednesday.2. It is going to be sooo hot tomorrow.As I mentioned, as it is spouse's birthday Friday. I purchased some small pavlova shells and some strawberries to use in them, for tea that night, as our daughter and her family are coming to have tea with us. Yes, it is a 'special' birthday, which is why we are pulling out all the stops. Hubby does not like parties or crowds, so, we decided this was better than not acknowledging it at all.
When I was coming through the checkout, the girl asked if I would like the fruit and veg put into one of my chiller bags in the fridge. I always get them to do a parcel pick up, as we have lunch and do other things before we head for home. I therefore, do not have anywhere to put the groceries, as Neville has the car, and I do not want them to spoil in the heat.
I was appalled to discover when unpacking said bag, that she had put the strawberries on the BOTTOM of the bag, under the heavy watermelon, cabbage, and apples! We joke among ourselves when these dimwitted things occur, 'there is not a lot of it about'. We are referring to common sense! Why, oh why, don't the supervisors teach these kids the basics of sensible grocery packing? Why don't they THINK? Luckily, the strawberries are not too badly damaged, and, as I bought three punnets, I will be able to salvage enough for my desserts. Phew!!

Yoghurt maker for Christmas.

2009-12-20T14:05:00.003+10:30

Christmas has come a little early for me this year, as I have already bought my prezzie from #1 son and family with the money they gave me.
I was in Foodland/IGA on Friday, and had seen the pouches of yoghurt culture before and had not thought seriously about making my own.I stopped and took a closer look. I picked up one of the pouches and read the instructions. They seemed simple enough. Something prompted me to look up, and on the next shelf was the unit as pictured on said pouch. I was very surprised to see how reasonably priced it was. I decided there and then to purchase one, as it would be much cheaper to make my own than to buy it. I could not see how, by standing the container in boiling water over night, it would make real yoghurt that was edible. All one has to do is half fill the 1litre shaker/container with cold water, put the pouch of flavoured culture in, shake it, then fill up with more cold water and shake again. Then all that is required is to fill the large outer container to the level indicated, with boiling water put the shaker in and screw on the top.
I was very pleasantly surprised yesterday morning to find a litre of deliciously smooth Cranberry yoghurt. It is creamier and tastes MUCH better than any of the bought stuff.It has hardly any calories as it is made from water, sugar substitute, and culture. I have no idea how much is in a six pack of yoghurt, but I do not think it would be a litre. They retail for over $5.00 I think every yoghurt lover should have one. Thank you very much folks.

Feet

2009-12-18T14:16:00.003+10:30

I had a phone call from the Community Health Services in Mt. Gambier on Monday.The young lady asked if I would like to take an appointment yesterday, to have my feet seen to. This was quite unexpected and as I did not know if Neville was going to the farm or not that day, as he said he might. I was in a quandry as to wheter to accept. I decided to take it,after I had ascertained how much notice they would need if I could not keep it. I spoke to Sue about it when we were out for coffee on Tuesday, and she said she would take me. I hesitated to ask her, as it was at 12 noon, and she has to get her nearly blind husband his lunch. She assured me it was not a problem.
Sue duly picked me up and dropped me at the Cottage, then returned home and fed her family. The cottage houses our Community Health Services. I think it is government funded.
Another reason I hesitated to take the appointment was, the last time I had attended the Cottage, I was less than pleased with what the young female podiatrist had done, or not as it were.
I knew there was a new podiatrist, but had no experience of him/her.
When I arrived I discovered the podiatrist was a man, and he had a client with him. I was assured he was very nice, and everybody loved him.I told the receptionist I would reserve my judgement.
He duly came to greet me, hand outstretched to shake hands, but in my inimitable style, I caused him to do a 'double take' when I said hullo and 'sorry, but I won't shake hands. It is because I have Arthritis quite badly and it is too painful to shake hands'.After he had regained his equilibrium, he was OK about it.
The expression of his face was a classic, and said to me in a flash,' does she think she will catch something from me?'

No, he is not a blond.

2009-12-18T09:10:00.003+10:30

Last month, when we had an early and very uncharacteristic heatwave, I was desperate for some sort of cooler as we did not have our air con installed at that time. We were in Naracoorte and one of the electrical shops was having a sale, and they had portable air cons in the catalogue. They were nearly as expensive as the cost of having the r/c air con installed.
When we got the thing home, we could not make head nor tail of the instructions, and therefore could not get it to work properly. My friend Sue came around, and as she is very cluey about such things, she tried to get it to work. She discovered that we did not have the vents open. Red faces all around. It worked for a while, then just blew warm air out. We tried it again the next day, same result. I went in to the shop next time we were in town, a couple of weeks after I had bought it, and they said to bring it back and they would test it for us. The upshot of that is, we have a replacement unit.
Neville picked the new one up yesterday, and the reason for the title of this post is coming up folks.
Sue's nephew works there and is a very nice, helpful young chap, but he had me in stitches yesterday.
He rang me on my mobile and asked if Neville had one, so he could call him, as they needed the box so they could return the dud. he wanted to catch him before he left the town. I said he was at the farm, and asked if he knew where it was. He was confused and so was I. He then said Neville had just picked the unit up. The penny dropped, and I asked if he was in the shop. He said he was out the back, in the warehouse. I said he had better run and see if he could catch him. He said he would as soon as he got off the phone.
What baffles me is this, why did he waste time ringing me, when it would have made more sense to just dash out the back and see if he could catch Neville? Some people???

Pet peeve #5

2009-12-18T08:54:00.004+10:30

This may not seem like much of a problem for a lot of people, but it is for those of us who believe Christmas is not about Santa Claus, but the birth of Jesus, the Son of God and our Saviour.
It is very irksome and baffling, when some people who attend church and know that I do also, and know what the real meaning of the season is.
My beef is this, why do these people send us Christmas cards with the jolly gent on them?
I find it an insult as we are not little kids, and I feel very tempted to send the things back. But that would not be in the spirit of the season, and nor would it be what The Lord would approve of either. Nor is in my character to be that mean spirited I have addressed the matter with one person, and he has aceded to my wish this year. It also says, to me anyway, that not a lot of thought or love and care has gone into the choosing of same.

They call them 'chicken' patties.

2009-12-06T19:16:00.003+10:30

This afternoon, we went to visit a friend who had invited us for a cuppa. I had a shopping jeep I had offered her, and she was very pleased to accept it, as she does not drive a car, and still walks to the shops occasionaly. I also had some other items that she will be able to use next week at church, for the Sunday School Christmas breakup party.
Before we went out, I had taken a large tray of these patties out of the freezer, so I could cook them for our tea. We had not expected to be very late, but another friend arrived with some items for our friend as well. She had some news to impart, and as she has 'the gift of the gab' it took some time to tell us all her news. I have not seen her for a long time and therefore did not know what she had been doing of late.
We arrived home about the time Neville likes to have his evening meal. I duly put the patties on to cook. They are quite large and thick through. They were still half frozen, and I thought they would take a while to cook.
Neville kept a close eye on them. It was just as well he did, as the solid hot plates are very tricky to get and keep at a temp that does not burn things.
Neville decided to cut them in half so they would cook quicker. When I had some for tea, my immediate though was, 'the closest any chicken got to these things, was when it ran past the chopping block'!
They are thickly coated in real bread crumbs, and goodness only knows what is in the centre. It does not bear thinking about. Shudder!
However, we can't waste them and Neville will take some to the farm tomorrow. He will probably have to wade through them on his own, as I don't think I could face any more.

He does pick his times!

2009-12-02T14:36:00.002+10:30

I have been waiting, and waiting for my spouse to complete the job of replacing the old kitchen cupboard doors, so they will match the new cupboards he made two years ago, when he made new cupboards to accomodate the new cook top etc.I even had to threaten to get a quote from a cabinet maker to get some action. I was prepered to carry it through, but would probably have been horrified at the cost.
Hie excuse, for the last few years has been that the steel guide on the circular saw was not straight, and he was unable to cut straight lines. It does not seem to be a problem today.
The reason for the titles is simply, today is the day my domestic help comes, and he would be making a mess while she was trying to clean the place, and also, it is quite warm outside, and he is working in the sun.
Ah, well, i am saying nowt, as I do not want to give him any excuse to stop.
I will keep you posted, so watch this space!

Air con, at last!

2009-12-02T10:10:00.003+10:30

About three or four months ago, I asked my husband if he would remove the old air con from the window in the lounge,as it was not coping well with the heat waves we have, and as I had bought a new split system, I wanted my window back. He immediately complied with my request. Shock number one. It usually takes him years or he just 'never gets around to it'. I was not in a hurry, at that stage to get the new one installed, as it was still quite cold, and we were still using the combustion wood heater. Shock number two, was the very early heat wave we had in November. It has not occured that early since 1887! I thought I had better see about getting it installed pronto.
Shock number three, was when I enquired about the cost of installation. I was told it would depend on how far away from the Stobie pole I needed to have the outside unit. It would cost between $700.00 & $ 800.00. I have since been informed that price is quite reasonable, as it costs much more in the cities.
I had waited several weeks for the guys to get back to me about a time and date, so I went around there one day, and one of the bosses came around here the next day to check it out. When I told him about the Stobie pole comment, he just laughed and said it has nothing to do with where the Stobie pole is in relation to the house, as it has to be connected via the roof cavity and inside fuse box. He told me the lass who said that was only young and new, and was trying too hard.
Yesterday was THE day. The guys came just after 7 am, and it took them nearly four hours to put it in. The younger guy who came first, came in to see where the inside unit needed to go, and asked if I wanted it over the vent. I told him I was not fussed, and he said it would be better to put it up as high as possible. The vent had to go. He very carefully chiselled it off, and went to put it on the floor ever so carefully, and dropped it! It broke into three pieces. It did not matter, as It was of no further use. It also meant that he did not need to cut a hole in the wall. Our house is made of Mount Gambier stone. For the uninformed, it is a fairly soft limestone, that is quarried near Mt. Gambier in the south of this state. It consists of compressed, minute shells, as that part of the country was once under sea. It is very easy for workmen to drill etc. It does however, make a lot of fine white dust, which gets into evey crevice, and nook and cranny.
Fairly early in the proceedings, the younger guy, stepped off the ladder outside, and twisted his ankle. I heard him groaning and went to see what waas amiss. He was lying on the groung in a lot of pain. He said he stepped backwards and heard it pop. He thought he had broken it. The boss and I made him come inside, after we had ascertained he did not need to be taken to the hospital, and I gave him some frozen beans wrapped in a cloth bag to put on it, to stop the swelling. He reckoned he was a bit of a sook, and I told him he was nothing of the kind. He managed to complete his work, though he was limping a bit.
Once the work was finished, and they had done a 'test run', and it was 'all systems go', the boss said all I had to do was pray for some hot weather. I told him I would be doing no such thing!

Watch it!

2009-11-26T18:54:00.003+10:30

A couple of weeks ago, when we were preparing to leave for Naracoorte, I was putting my watch on, when it slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. The floor is concrete with quarry tiles on it. Not a soft landing by any stretch of the imagination. It stopped, no surprise there. I was hoping it would start again, but nothing happened. I was going to take it to the jewellers, but it was such a hot day, and I decided to wait until this week.
After I had done the shopping, and before lunch, I took it to the jeweller, and the lady said that battery may have dislodged. This was what had happened, but after a further few minutes of no movement, she told me what I did not want to hear. It was eukered! I duly chose another one, and as it had a metal expanding band, which I hate, I chose a leather one and she fitted it for me. The watch is silver and has a biggish face. It cost $69.00, which I consider quite a good price.
It is a Sekonda brand. I have never heard of it before.

Pet Peeve #4.

2009-11-16T15:48:00.001+10:30

My pet peeve No. 4 is:- People who ring, my mobile or house phone, and on realizing they have the wrong number, ask, "Who is that?" I always say, "You are ringing me, who did you want?" They then get very cagey, and ask again who it is, but I never give them the information.
Hullo people. If the person's voice who answers the phone is not familiar, you are not likely to know them, and it is pointless asking them to identify themselves.
Up here for thinking,( points to head,) down there for dancing, (points to feet.)
I am not about to give any info about myself to total strangers. Most of the time it is a genuine mistake, but sometimes they are just seeing if they can scam or scare someone. Not this little black duck!

Stress relief

2009-11-11T09:28:00.003+10:30

The best stress buster is staying with people who truly love you and enjoy your company. They are also people that you can feel so comfortable with, that the Spanish saying, 'Me casa, su casa' is very apt. That means, my house is your house. I do not know if I spelled it correctly, but you get the gist.
Last week I travelled to Tailem Bend on the River Murray, and stayed with my good friends, Trevor & Denise, who live across the river in Wellington, for a week.
We had a very relaxing time together, and just kicked back and did whatever we felt like on the day.
Some of the things we did were, travelling to Mt. Barker, to do some shopping, we had a cuppa there. They ordered hot choc, I ordered Cappuccino. When they arrived, they were so strong, we could hardly drink them. This was the only 'downer' of the week. After we had our drinks, we walked a short way to Foodland, but Trevor had to dash to the loo, as he felt quite ill. He did not make it. It is most embarrassing when you are sick in public. Denise cleaned up the mess and suggested to the cafe owner that she cut back on the ammount of chocolate and coffee she puts in the drinks in future.
Wednesday Denise and I crossed the river on the ferry and went into Tailem and had coffee with another friend. We then had a look in some shops, and I bought a little cushion with kittens on it, for my two and a half year old grand-daughter, who loves cats.
Thursday, some of Trev's family came from Mt. Barker and had luch with us. We had a lovely meal of cold meats and salads, and cheesecake and Danish scroll. Then tea or coffee. We spent a very happy afternoon together. This was the first time I had met them, and the first time Trev's sister and auntie had been to their new home.
Friday, Denise and I had a girl's day out. We went to Murray Bridge and I bought a couple of T shirts for Deb's boys. Then we had coffee and cake. We then went to Hahndorf, and had a look around. In all my years I have never stopped and just looked around, Hahndorf. We used to pass through it on our way to Adelaide, until the freeway was built.
There is a big horse drawn carriage, for want of a description, giving tourists a ride up the main street. It is pulled by two Clydsdale horses. Lovely fellas.
After that, we had a look in some shops, then had lunch. It was quite a warm day, and it was nice to be able to sit in the shade and watch the people go by.
After lunch, we went in to a craft shop. The local people are very gifted seamtresses, and the items for sale were exquisite. They had, hand made jewellry, Paper Tolle, pot holders, and all sorts of fun things. Denise bought a 'Dammit doll'. It had a card round it's neck with a little verse,Saying something along the lines of, when things don't go to plan, just whack the doll on a hard surface and say, Dammit, dammit, dammit! Great stress buster I would think!
Saterday was way too hot to do anything, so we tried to stay cool. Usually after the sun goes down, they get the cool breezes from the lakes. Not last weekend! It stayed hot, it is still hot, and we are not officially in ssummer, either.
I went to church with Trev and a friend of theirs, then we tried to get cool. No go! Monday they had to be in Murray Bridge all day, and I had to be at the Shell servo by 9.30 to catch the bus home. As Trevor and Denise had to be in Murray Bridge by 9am, their friend very kindly said they would get me to the bus on time. I was there on time, but the bus was late. By the time I arrived home it was half an hour late and the driver was not in a good mood. It is very hot and we have a few more days of this. I will have to get motivated and get my new air con installed.

Just a short note.

2009-10-28T13:06:00.004+10:30

I am still recovering from the hectic pace set by my #1 son, when he was here last week. I know he thinks I am a wimp, but I am not as young or fit as I once was, either. We did get out and about and saw a lot of things I had not seen, or had not seen for years. And it was great to have him and his boy here for a few days. We do not see much of them, as they live 3,000 klms away.
On the Monday, after the school anniversary celebrations, we drove to Naracoorte so they could meet with his uncle and aunt, and go on a tour of the world famous caves. Father and I declined, as I hate caves, and father was not interested in them. We then drove to my brother-in-law's farm, some distance south of Naracoorte. I had not been there for quite a few years. I daresay #1 son will tell you all about the events of the day., and it and the pics will turn up on Face Book.
What I would like to relate, is a charming little incident that occurred at my old primary school in the hamlet of Mundulla. This small town is only 6 miles from here, and we had to come through it to get home. As we were coming in to the town, we passed half a house, sitting on the side of the road.As we drove a bit further, the truck with the other half was coming out of a narrow street and I suggested to Mark that he should turn down the street before it, and take the boy to see my old school. It was 4.45pm by this time, and we did not expect to meet any of the teachers at that time of day. There were several still there and about to depart for their homes when we walked over to the fence to take some pics. One of the ladies told me her name and I said in passing that i had attended the school with the husband of their pricipal. She was quite excited about that and called out to the other lady, "Hey, she knows Al!" (Alan) As it is 51 years since I departed to another primary school, and I have hardly seen him in all that time, I was pleased to note he is obviously well like in the town.He was always a very shy quiet, well mannered boy.I doubt very much if I would know him, or he me, now. This tickled my funny bone.I also mentioned the very rude reception we had received at Padthaway homestead, where we were virtually told to get lost.She said they would never do that, and would I like to have a look in the old place. Of course we jumped at the chance. There have been quite a few alterations since I was there. The principals residence, which is part of the school building, is now the office. We went past my sister's old class room, but mine was locked.

Blessings.

2009-10-10T11:18:00.003+10:30

We have had two of our lovely grandsons to stay for a few days. L came, unexpectedly, on Tuesday morning. It was decided that day, that R would come on Thursday, as his parents wished to buy his birthday or Christmas present, not sure which, and did not want him to know about it.
The blessings are these, we got to spend time with them, they had something different to do in the holidays, and Mum and Dad had a bit of peace and quiet.
The boys amused themselve with painting, art and craft, they made kites and flags, computer games, and games on their Play Station, that mum brought down with R. Yesterday they went to the farm, and had a great time chasing sheep, grubbing out thistles and shearing some sheep. There were only seven to do, plus four rams. Neville decided not to shear the rams, because they are very big, (fat) and he needs another man to help throw them and perhaps hold them.
The boys also went with Neville on his three mile walk each night. He does that because he is a Diabetic, and needs to keep fit. I thought it was a bit much, especially for R, as he is not quite seven, but he insisted.
He was 'done up' after his big day out, and was asleep by 8.30, 9.pm.
They are good eaters and ate everything put in front of them. All in all, a good time was had by all.

Pet Peeve #3 Exhorbitant fees.

2009-09-10T17:28:00.003+09:30

About a month ago, I was contacted by my Telco, to inform me that they were looking at ways to cut down my call costs. The upshot was, I agreed to change my plan and am now charged a flat rate of $72.95, and allowed $100.00 of calls per month. I had to agree to remaining with them for a further two years. I could not see a problem in doing that, so readily consented.
I received the first account since the call, yesterday. I had the money put aside, so paid it this morning. These companies prefer their customers to pay on line, by credit card or direct debit, and if we choose not to, they usually charge a service fee, of $1.50 to $2.00. I asked the postal employee if that was the case in this instance. He said no, but we were horrified to discover they had charged $4.00 for printing the account!!! This put it over the agreed limit I might add. Sneaky,what?
It is all very well for companies etc to expect people to pay on line, but what about those in the community who:- do not have a computer, do not know how to operate one, are elderly and infirm. It would seem they have no compunction in slugging these unfortunate and disadvantaged people excessive fees, because they can not, or choose not to comply.
This is discriminatory, in the extreme, and greed at it's worst. The C.E.Os of the big companies make enough and then some, without penalizing the poorer members of our society. Most of their 'salaries' are obscene, and it disgusts me no end. I do not care about their share holders either!
We are paying through the nose for the privilege of having these conveniences as it is.

Red Letter Day.

2009-09-04T12:06:00.004+09:30

Today IS a red letter day. The reason being, it was the first time our little grand-daughter stayed here whilst her mother went shopping. The fact that her two big brothers stayed was of course, a great help in giving her the confidence to do it. She is a dear little girl, and now, always comes straight to me and gives me a big hug. She is a trick as she also now pats me on the back while hugging me. She is not so sure about her Pop. He picked her up but she did not like that much.
All the children were quite happy to sit at the table and draw. I made them a drink of 'hot' chocolate, as the boys love that. Willow spilled most of hers, and got Texta on her clothes, (I hope it comes out) but all in all, they were no trouble. They never are!
When they had tired of the art work, Lachlan played a game of Go Fish on my computer. I got Willow to look at some picture books. She was engrossed in that when her mum returned. After a few minutes, Deb asked if she was ready to go home. A very firm, 'No'. was the reply.
It was very gratifying that she felt so comfortable here with us. After another short while, they all piled into the car. The only time Willow was not happy, was when she was told to get into her car seat. She wanted to sit next to Riley on the back seat, as Lachlan sat in the front.
The boys were out of school today because it is the first day of The Royal Adelaide Show.
The school kids always have the day off, so they can go to the show if their parents choose today to attend. I am glad I am past all that, as I could not manage to walk very far nowadays. It is so expensive too.

Pet Peeve #2. Bloody Capsicum!

2009-08-19T19:44:00.003+09:30

I hate the stuff! Everywhere we go for a meal, the salads are slathered in the muck. If you purchase packaged meals, canned soups etc, they are loaded with the ghastly vegetable. I do not like it because, I can't stand the taste or the smell of it. It repeats on me for hours afterward.
I would like to think that the cooks, let's be realistic here, they can not be referred to as chefs, would have a bit more imagination when they are preparing food. I know that adding a diced red capsicum adds colour, but so do other vegetables, like tomatoes, peas and corn.Every salad, be it pasta, green, rice or coleslaw, none are exempt from the inclusion of this stuff. Which leaves the patrons with very little, if any choice. This is why I now choose to eat the hot veges, though they leave a lot to be desired. They show a similar lack of imagination and are never cooked properly. They are always half raw.
I am also well aware that the frightful things are loaded with vitamin C, but so are lots of other foods.
There is also the increase in food allergies. My beloved late mother, (and her three sisters,) was/are fatally allergic to the things. Why don't people who prepare food, do better research, and consider this aspect of the industry? Not to mention people like me who just loathe the bloody things!

In the words of Effie, 'How embarrassment!'

2009-07-15T16:47:00.003+09:30

This afternoon, I asked my spouse if he would drive me to the outskirts of town. I wanted to visit a young woman who makes up baby bundle gift packs.She will make them to order, or you can purchase one of those she has already made. They mostly consist of nappies, socks and bibs. Some have small teddy bears in as well. She lives just off the main Adelaide/Melbourne highway.
Having made my purchase, I returned to the car and we proceeded to come home. Just as we drove on to the highway, the car 'died'. My husband pulled to the side of the road and tried to start it, to no avail. He tried several times on petrol and gas. Nada.
He recently joined the RAA, and decided to call them, as he could not find the fault if he had wanted to, as the motor is not like the ones in the old cars. They were very simple and straight forward to fix. Luckily I had my mobile phone with me. I called the RAA and told the lady our dilemma. She then proceeded to ask me very specific questions about where we were, and what the problem was. Were we in the vehicle, etc. I was getting a bit tense, as my phone is a prepaid, and I had no idea where she was. She could have been in woop woop for all I knew. When I told her we were on the outrskirts of Bordertown, she wanted to know if it was in South Australia. Oh, puleeze. She should know where all the RAA vehicles and reps are!
She said it could be half an hour to an hour before someone would be with us. I did not relish the idea of sitting in the car that long, as it is very cold today. We had been waiting about 15 mins, when the phone rang and she said she was patching me through to Mandula to talk to the rep there. I had no idea where that was, but, when the other lady came on line, I realized, she was someone I have known for many years, and lives in Mundulla! She told me that they would have someone with us in about half an hour. Ten minutes later, the car pulled up. This is the embarrassing bit. He got in the car and turned the ignition, and Voila, the damn thing started. It would not even fire properly for Neville. Grrrrr!

Private phone numbers, I hate 'em!

2009-07-08T16:57:00.004+09:30

The reason I hate private phone numbers is simple. I use the computer a lot during the day and the phone/fax is right next to me. I only have to pick up the handset on the first ring. This usually startles the caller, but it eliminates the confusion for them, as most people do not know if they have the right number when they hear the fax squeaking and screeching. Anybody who has a fax/phone will know to what I am referring. The machine has to decide if the call is a fax or a phone call. This only takes a few seconds but most people are too impatient to wait and hang up after the first ring.
I had a call just now, and picked the hand set up quickly, but not quickly enough. The caller had hung up in a split second, resulting in an unanswered call. When I dialed to see who it was, I was informed it was a private number. This number can not be returned. Bah, humbug!The other annoying thing about this situation is, they very seldom call back, and if I press one, to return the call, it is usually engaged, so I still never find out who called.

Eyesore.

2009-06-11T17:12:00.002+09:30

I have had a sore, itchy eyelid for nearly a week now. I am having shooting pains in it as well. I thought I had better go to the doctor about it. I went to the clinic yesterday, and asked if I could get an appointment this week. I was pleasantly surprised to get one for this afternoon.
It turned out to be a Stye!! I said to the doctor, "I haven't had one of those since I was a kid!" He has given me antibiotics and ointment. I was very amused when I read the blurb on the ointment box that told me my sight may be blurred for up to five minutes after application. As I have about 1% in that eye, it is not going to make a bit of difference to me! The irony was NOT lost on me folks.

There is no accounting for some people.

2009-06-11T17:04:00.004+09:30

My husband is a fecetious sod sometimes. Well, quite often really. I was just cutting myself a slice of bread to have with my tea, and said that I only get about three slices out of every loaf. He said, "Hell, they must be thick one's then." This from the main bread eater of the two of us. I make a fresh loaf every second day! It isn't as though there is nothing else to eat either. Cheeky sod.

Pet peeve. #1.

2009-05-31T10:32:00.003+09:30

I have many pet peeves, but I have to start somewhere. I have for many years, bemoaned the lack of colour in the Sunday Mail wedding photos. They used to be in full, glorious colour, but some years ago, the powers that be decided, for whatever reason, to print them in black and white. Bleew! The fact that the wedding pictures in Monday's Advertiser, which also prints tthe Sunday Mail, are stil in full, glorious colour, has baffled me. If they can afford to print Monday's pics in colour, why not Sunday's? The lack of colour is not restricted to this item. They also sometimes, print the Style Police in black and white. What, pray tell is the point? How are we to judge how awful or otherwise, the dresses etc are, if they are in black and white? There is no comparasin.
But, wait dear reader, it does not end there. For the last two or three weeks, the lift out in the Sunday Mail called, 'home' now has some pages of house interiors in black and white. Is this something to do with the economic downturn, or just penny pinching? The news paper moguls are not short of a 'Bob' or two, so why are they being mean spirited in these areas? How are we to properly assess the look of a house, or any other item, if we can not see it in colour? The world around us has never been in black and white, so why should these articles be? I am not saying every photo in the news papers should be in colour, but, just this sort of presentaion.
We have had coulour television since 1975, and I for one would not want to return to black and white viewing.

Mutton done up as Lamb.

2009-05-28T17:58:00.004+09:30

I had a bit of a winner today, but it was NOT with my dinner! We went to Naracoorte today, to do the grocery shopping. After I had finished, I went to Leading Edge Music, as I had some DVDs on order. One of which was Dreaming, featuring Andre Rieu and his orchestra. I have had the CD for some time. I had been in to pick it up last fortnight, but Mandy, the proprietor was not in the shop, and Cathy could not find it even though it was on the computer as being in stock. Mandy told me via email, that she had it in and would put it away for me. She said it was $15.95, as they are having a sale at the moment. Mandy was there today, and she and Cathy hunted high and low for it, to no avail. In the end, Mandy gave me the deluxe set, of DVD & CD, for $15.95. This normally retails for $29.95. Yaay!
Now for the dinner. We decided, unwisely as it turned out, to dine at The Kincraig Hotel today, instead of our usual one. They had a seniors menu, of half sizes at $6.00. Neville had the beef schnitzel, and I decided, with some misgivings, to have the roast lamb. I said to Neville that I would probably get meat that was all gristle. I should have listened to my instinct!!
I grew up on a farm and not until the latter part of my time there, we bred and sold sheep. My dad would kill one about once a fortnight, and even if it were mutton or and old ram, my mother or I could cook it so it was tender as lamb. This poor beast had not been a lamb for a long time before it was slaughtered. I do not know which part of it was roasted, but it was all gristle and should not have been, if it were lamb. It was obviously not cooked long enough or slow enough. I think I will stick to fish or pasta in future. I did not have salad, but probably should have. The veges were appalling!

He kneels at my feet.......

2009-05-08T11:34:00.004+09:30

I never thought I would see the day my husband knelt at my feet, or any other man for that matter. It does no harm to dream, does it?
No folks, he is not worshipping me, he is just applying ointment to them as they have been dry and itchy of late, and the doctor prescribed the stuff, and I can't reach to do it my self.
This is not an indication I am too fat, just that I have lost most of the flexibility in my back and legs.
If I try to do it I get terrible cramps in my back and hips.

Snooping? Not a bit of it.

2009-04-20T15:29:00.003+09:30

The other day I went looking for my spouse, and found him in the back yard next to the car. He was looking through the binoculars at our neighbour's place across the street.
I thought it was very odd, as he is not the type to 'spy' on our neighbours.To anyone else, it would have looked very suss, to say the least. I asked him what he was doing and he said that the chap over the road had picked all his apples, and that is why the parrots and other birds are congregating in our yard and eating our apples. Spouse is trying to keep ahead of the birds, and stewing apples and freezing them, but there are very few containers that are the correct size, as he does not want to defrost large quantities as he is the only one who eats them.
Funny thing happened yesterday. He has been saving the margerine containers for the apples as they are just the right size. He froze the latest batch on Saterday. Yesterday morning he was looking for the margerine. I knew it was a fresh one and we hunted through the fridge to no avail. Then I had a brainwave. I said, "I bet I know what has happened. You have put the margerine back in the freezer by mistake when you put the apples in. I will bet you anything that is what you have done" Sure enough, he had done just that. I should have had money on it! Darn it!

I'm Glad that is over!

2009-04-16T11:59:00.006+09:30

I tell you folks, I am glad yesterday is just that, yesterday! We left home at 7.30 am to travel to Mt. Gambier because I had to have a bone scan. The day before, one of the receptionist rang to ask if I could come is earlier. I said That I could not as I had a two hour drive to get there. It would appear that NOBODY who lives in a city, be it provincial or a capital , have absolutely any conception of distances. I had an appointment here, with my Ortheopedic surgeon at the end of next month. One of the receptionists rang last week and told me he is not now coming until the end of July. She asked me if I would be going to the city in the next two months and i said I had no idea when I would be. She then asked if I would prefer to see him at Jamestown. I assured her, quite vehemently, I would not. It is north of Adelaide and quite a lot further to travel!! When I arrived at the hospital, the receptionist took my details then told me that the doctor had omitted to put my name on the referral, and she would need to ring and ask them to fax another one with my name on before they could do the procedure. This took some 20 to 30 mins and two phone calls to accomplish. I was under the impression, mistakenly as it turned out, I was to have only my knees x rayed. The radiogropher took some pictures to check my circulation. I am not sure now if she had injected the radioactive isotopes or not. I was then told to return in two and a half hours. When she injected the isotopes, she must have hit the tendon, as it is quite sore today. I have had quite a few bone scans and never had any after effects before.
We went into the city and my other half needed some oil for the car motor. This is to clean the injectors. We then went to a furniture shop, as I wanted to see about purchasing two recliner chairs. I got the shock of my life when the assistant told me ONE was $1,699.00!! Oh, please, cow hide is not that valuable, surely. I told him we only paid $1,000.00 more for a whole suite.Then the bos came in and tried to talk me out of buying fabric coverd chairs, which is what I would rather have. He told me they were greatly inferior, and he had lots of them in the repair shop. I said we were not going to be jumping on them, but he was insistant. The salesman told him not to try to put anything over on me as I was a tough lady. I then said, "Excuse me, but where is the front door, as I am leaving?" Neville said to me when we got in the car, that I should have asked him , if the chairs are such rubbish, why does he sell them. Good question.
We then went to Radio Rentals. Nothing there and NO service either! I had taken my small sterio down to get someone to look at it, to see if the laser could be replaced in the CD player. I was quoted $45.00 to look at it, and, wait for it, $150.00 to $200.00 for the laser!!!! Spouse thought it would be a waste of money and I would be better off buying a new Hi Fi. We then walked over the road to Target. It is in a shamlbes as they are doing refurbishments. Dust and chaos . I was asked by the young man behind the counter if he could be of assistance. I said I was looking for a CD played with external speakers. He scratched his head, and pointed out a small Hi Fi yonder on the shelf. I told him I could not see that far and he walked over with me so I could get a closer look. There was a price ticket on the shelf of $29.00. He said that was not the correct price. Bugger! He scanned it and told me it was $129.00. I bought it as it is a Sanyo and a micro sterio. Just the right size and has a lovely tone. It also has a single tape deck, which suits me just fine. I then went into Spotlight and bought two pairs of cutrains for the sitting room. I have just washed them and was horrified to discover they were covered in white stuff. As there was only liquid detergent in the machine, I am at a loss as to what it could be. I have put one pair through a cycle with no detergent. I will see how that works out.
We traipsed all over the city trying to find a park so we could go and have lunch, as we were both feeling yuk! No parking spaces near a pub to be had. We went to the shopping arcade, and were very lucky there too. The place was jammed, as the kids are on school holidays,and we would have had to queue for ages, and I felt as though I would collapse if I did not get some food very soon. Neville probably felt the same, as it was quite late.
We finally managed to get some pasties. Mine was nice. Cheese and veg. Neville had two meat and veg ones. He said one would have been enough as they were very filling. I had a couple of bites of the other one, and threw it in the bin. It was awful.Some people are easily pleased, it seems and will eat anything. Not me.
It was by then, time to return to the hospital for the scan. Now, under normal circumstances, these things are not a problem in any way. But I have a very painful back, and one has to lie still for 45 mins or more on a narrow steel 'bed'. This thing has a rubber mattress on it, but it does nothing to cushion you from the hardness of the underlying steel plate. With my back condition, I am always unable to move and am in a great deal of pain and discomfort afterwards. I never get any assistance from the staff, and am left to sruggle on my own. This time, however, it was worse, as my knee stiffened and locked , and it was agony trying to get it to move again. When I finally made it to a standing position, the girl asked me to wait while the doctor read the films and wrote a report. Another half hour of sitting around.
I paid a $20.00 Gap and got outta there. We went back into the city to do a couple of other errands.Then we headed for the hills, so to speak. We stopped in Naracoorte so I could buy some fritz for my daughter, from Woolies, as that is the only place we can get the kind she likes. We then filled the car with gas and I asked Neville to stop at the furniture shop and went in to see what they had in the way of chairs. It was then he told me he did not want a recliner. I asked him what sort he preferred and he told me something with wooden arms and a straight back. He said there had been some like it in the first shop we visited in Mt. Gambier. I asked him why he had not said something, and he told me I was in such an almighty hurry to get out of there, he did not have the chance. These people have a sale on next week and there is a leather recliner for $799.00. This is nuch better that $1,700.00 for one. I told the lass I would come back next week when they have one in stock and see about it.

Been away, but I am back now.

2009-03-13T10:17:00.002+10:30

I am very happy to be able to write this post, as I had an operation on my left hand two weeks ago, and was therefore unable to.
I had had a Dupuytren Contracture in the palm of my hand for ten years. It would have eventually pulled my fingers in toward the palm, in a claw, making life even more difficult. I love writing my blog and sundry other communications, and it would have been very limiting for me, as I do not get out and about much. It was also becoming painful to use a fork, and it used to 'catch' on all sorts of things.
My surgeon told me to go to my GP to have the stitches removed, a week to ten days after surgery. I duly made an appointment for last Friday, thinking at the time it might be a bit previous. My doctor removed the half plaster splint and padded bandage. I was glad that was gone, as it was very hot and because I had not been able to wash the atiseptic off, very itchy. I have also had a layer of dead skin come off since. It turned out my hand was no where near healed enough to remove any stitches. My doctor advised me to come back on Tuesday, or at the latest, Wednesday, to have them removed. I went back Wednesday, and the stitches were embedde in my skin. I discovered this morning , when I removed the adhesive dressing, that my GP had missed one of the stitches. I rang the surgery early, and told the receptionist my dilemma, and she made a booking for me. I will go and have it removed this afternoon. It will, no doubt, hurt like the dickens! I told the doctor Wednesday, while he was removing them, "You realize that up until this moment, I have had no pain in my hand?" He just smiled. I have a large zig zag wound. Never seen that before.

Frugal Bastard was right! How 'bout that?

2009-02-18T19:31:00.003+10:30

Nearly a month ago, it was my birthday, once again. My lovely son, as indicated in the title of this post, generously gave me some money, and said he would like me to take myself and a friend, (and his father) out to lunch to celebrate. I spent the actual day driving to and from and around Adelaide, so did not have the opportunity to be taken out for a meal.
I said at the time, that I would keep it in a safe place, and that it would not melt if I did not use it straight away. He agreed with me on that score.
A few days ago I was going through my purse, getting rid of unwanted receipts etc, when I came upon the money. I had to think for a minute as to why it was there and what I was to do with it.
The 'penny dropped' quite quickly, and I asked my mate Sue yesterday, if she would like to come with us for a meal today.
We three had lunch at the Bordertown Hotel. It was quite nice. For a change. Neville and Sue had the fish and I had, wait for it, crumbed Turkey chops!
There was much speculation and hilarity about how they could get chops from a turkey!
It was, I believe, meat from the thigh of the bird, as it was dark meat and a bit sinewy. Most of it was very nice. My salad and their veges were uninspiring, but quite edible.
We had a choice for dessert of fruit pudding, custard and cream, or, Sago and peaches. Sue had the Sago and we had the pudding.
Thank you dear boy for my celebration lunch and the fun we all had as well.
Frugal was correct. Money does not actually 'melt', though it does tend to disappear rapidly.

Funny Bugger!

2009-02-11T16:37:00.003+10:30

My mate Sue and I have great times together. We 'send each other up' something chronic, all the time. I try to make her laugh whenever we meet, as her life has a lot of tension in it, most of the time. I rang her at lunch time today, to tell her I had another bucket of scraps for her chooks, and I needed more buckets, as I was on to my last one. She said she would be around later. I reminded her I had a doctors appointment this arvo, so she said to let her know when I got home.
Neville said, while I was getting the scripts made up, my phone rang, but he couldn't find it. It was in my bag which I had left in the car, as I only needed my purse. Duh! I said it was probably Sue, and that was the case when I checked for missed calls.
I did some other errands, and we came home. I sent Sue an SMS to aprise her of that fact so she could come around.
When she was coming in the door, I said she had to throw her hat in. If it did not come back at her, she was welcome to come inside. She had never heard that saying before. She improvised, as she did not have a hat she threw the buckets in, instead. We both 'cracked up' laughing. Then she said, "They haven't come back at me, so it must be safe to come in." She was coming in anyway!
i am always saying, you don't have to be crazy to be my friend, but it helps.

Who is protecting who??

2009-02-04T12:43:00.002+10:30

I rang my daughter on Monday morning, and asked her if she would like any of the DVDs in the Big W movie catalogue. She said there were a couple she would like, but queried when we would be going to Adelaide again, as the sale ends on the 11th of this month. I said I would put the purchase on my credit card. I rang, and the girl on the switchboard placed the call. The phone just rang and rang. I tried twice more, to no avail. I tried a fourth time and the girl on the switchboard asked me, when I told her I was having no luck, if I would like them to ring me back when they were free. I said I would, and gave her my phone number. I am still waiting for that call.
I have just rung again, and this time I was put straight through. The lass took the information and went to see if they still had the DVDs. She was out of one of them, which was a three in one pack so, I asked if she had one of the movies on it's own. This was the one my daughter particularly wanted. she had a look and said she did. I told her I would pay for them on my credit card. She informed me I would need to fax a copy of both sides of my credit card and my drivers license, as proof that the card was not stolen. I told her I do not have a drivers license, and would have to fax my pension card details.
Something made me balk at this requirement. I told her I had never been asked to do this, and she said they had been doing it for some years. I told her I bought something last year with my card over the phone and had not been asked to do this. She did not believe me of course.
I rang my daughter and told her, and she immediately said not to do it, as it would risk my identity, as some unscululous person could use the details for their own nafarious purposes. She said, as they would have all the numbers AND my signature, there would be nothing to stop them robbing me blind.
Thank God I listened to the' still small voice.' Phew!!
It begs the question, who is being protected from whom by this kind of thing? I wonder how many people risk it?

Coffee, gimme coffee!

2009-02-04T10:53:00.003+10:30

For those of you who never see the news, whether in the printed media, or on television, or hear it on radio, we, in Australia, are sweltering in an oppressive heat wave. There are some of our 'cousins' in the UK and Europe, who say they would swap us for our weather in a heart beat. Trust me folks, you would die! There will be some relief this weekend, and I for one can't wait.
I am not, dear reader, one of those people who can drink hot beverages in this weather, as they only serve to heat me up more, and thereby add to my distress, and discomfort.
When my husband and I were first married, I was aghast to see him drinking a pot of steaming hot tea on a scorching hot day, with the sweat DRIPPING off him, and he assured me, it made him feel cooler! Yeah. Right! Well, this morning, after nearly two weeks of not having my morning cup of coffee, I decided to have one as it was not very warm today at the time I arose. Aaagh, bliss! I did enjoy it. It is starting to warm up again now, so I am glad I decided to have it when I did. Roll on the cooler weather.

The Phantom Chocolate Eater.

2009-01-03T12:40:00.004+10:30

I have been purchasing Christmas food hampers from a reputable company for some years now. Part of the contents is usually, some boxes of chocolates.In last year's, there was a large box of Cadbury Favourites. This consists of mini bars of most of their most popular products.
I opened the box the other night,and tipped them in to a wooden bowl, when Sue came around and we played Scrabble.This morning, I chose a couple of them, and was most surprised to discover, that the mini Crunchy was A. not sealed properly, & B. someone had taken a big bite out of it before putting it into the wrapper.
It would appear that chocolate packers are not all put off by so much chocolate,and still like the odd nibble of what they are packing.

The mystery of the disappearing shopping list.

2008-12-31T19:08:00.003+10:30

Today we drove to Naracoorte to do some shopping and so Neville could do some jobs at the farm. My cleaning lass came this morning, and we left soon after she had finished. I had some errands to do in the town, so did not go directly to the super market. We were originaly going to do this tomorrow, but, as it will be New Years' Day, there would not be any shops open, other than the super market.
I picked up one of my laybys, and am listening to the CDs now Who is on them, who else but Andre, of course. They are some of his very early recordings. I think they have doubled up with some of the tunes, but I do not care.
The son of the lady in the music shop came in while I was paying for my CDs, and he brought his mum a chicken and leek pie from the cafe nearby. It smelled so good, I went and bought one plus a cappuccino. Very nice.
I dropped a film in to be put on a disc, and I have just realized I forgot to pick it up. Darn it. .I then looked around for clothes for my grand daughter, but found none. I then checked out prices of digital cameras.The one I like is a tad expensive at over $300.00! I will need to save up for it.
I then went to do the grocery shopping, and this is where the mystery took place. When one enters the super market, one walks into the baked goods section. I wanted some cheap bread for Neville for when he goes to the farm. They had some in the catalogue. 2 for $4.00. It was nowhere to be found. I KNOW I had my shopping list in my hand at this juncture. As I could not find the bread, I walked to the info desk and asked for a specials leaflet. I walked straight back to the bread etc. I found some Home Brand bread that was cheaper, and then I went to take out my list, and the darn thing had vanished!! I retraced my steps and looked through ALL my shopping bags about three times. Nada!!I looked in my handbag, Nada. I even asked people if they had seen it. Still nothing. One woman shopper said she had not seen it, and I would probably find it when I got home! I told her again, I had had it in the shop. She reitierated, that I would find it when I got home. I am abslutely stunned that people do not listen. The young check out girls are just as bad. I have not the foggiest notion where the thing could have gone.
When Neville came for me, I was reading a magazine. We went to ask for our goods, and the woman there did not listen either.While he was waiting for them, I went to the cafe and bought a drink and some Sushi. They have only just started to make it, and it is very good.
We went to the service station and filled the car and then I asked him to call in to the furniture shop as I wanted to check out single beds and mattresses. I had promised my daughter some time ago, that I would buy her one for her daughter.
I have put one on layby. It is a tubular steel one painted white. It is a bit fancier than the ones the boys have, but it is for a girl after all. That done, we came home.

Christmas 2008

2008-12-25T13:47:00.003+10:30

Greetings to all who celebrate this Holy Day. May God bless you mightily out of the abundance of His bounteous love and mercy and peace. May He prosper you always.
I am never sure what this day will bring each year. As our son and his family live in Perth, W.A., we have only spent one Christmas with them, and that was ten years ago before their son was born, in Perth.
As there have been certain misunderstandings in the clan, we were not able to spend any time with our daughter and her family today. We circumvented that problem yesterday. Our daughter brought the children down so we could have Christmas with them and give them their gifts. It was lovely to see the joy and pleasure on the children's faces as they opened their gifts. The boys were thrilled with their gifts. We gave Lachlan Junior Scrabble, and he was delighted. We gave Riley a large Cars McQueen car. We gave Willow, somewhat predictably, a doll. This one laughs, cries and other things, when her tummy is pressed. Willow immediately started to take it's clothes off! Willow is only 21 months old. There was a jigsaw colouring book for Riley, and some chocolates. For Lachlan, a sticker book and chocolates. We gave Willow a little book about fish, with thick cardboard pages and on the spine was a clear plastic 'aquarium' with moving fish in sparkly gel and water. She also received chocolates which no doubt her mother has confiscated to dole out at her discretion!
After they had opend their presents, we adjourned to the town, and Deb did some shopping and I took the boys to the cafe and we had milkshakes. They had very blue, Blueberry ones, and I had chocolate. We met my friend Sue and an elderly lady who has coffee there regularly. I introduced the boys to Mrs. King,(Ailsa) and they were very polite and respectfull. After we had finished our milkshakes, we went to the play ground for a while. I took some photos, and pushed Riley on the swing. He then discovered he had broken his sun glasses. We walked to the elcheapo shop, so I could buy him some new ones. To make all things equal, I bought Lachlan a truck and a bag of lollies each.I think they have done very well this year, judging by what they said they got today.
On Tuesday evening, we visited my brother and I took his gift and a huge box of chocs up. I invited him, yet again, to have lunch with us today. He was, as usual, a no show. He did not bother to let me know he would not be coming. That is par for the course with him. I hope he enjoys the book I gave him.
My darling daughter gave me a wonderful four place setting, dinner set. It has strawberries and chocolates around the edge of it. It is very novel and I love it. We used it today.I was a bit cross with her, (not really) as I had told her that the only gift I wanted today, she had already given me. A few weeks ago, she came and cleaned and tidied my pantry. That was all I wanted.
I cooked roast chicken, something that is supposed to pass for turkey breast, roast potatoes, carrotts, parsnips, brussels sprouts and green beans with slivered almonds, and gravy. We had chocolate self suacing pudding and icecream. We toasted each other with orange juice, and I prayed for peace, harmony and family unity for next year
This is the first Christmas Neville and I have had on our own for 36 years. It has been quite peaceful, if a little lonely and sad. It is the first Christmas without my beloved mother, and my little puddytat. All in all, we have much to be thankful for, as we are better off than a lot of others.

Christmas down the toilet? I hope not!

2008-12-20T19:05:00.004+10:30

After many, many years of moaning, complaining and whinging, by yours truly, we finally have a new toilet cistern and seat. The seat was not important, but came as part of the package.
The old one had been driving me demented, as it would not flush properly, and I had to tip a bucket of water down it each time. Grrrr!
It is an ecologically designed system, and has two buttons. The old one had been here for 32 years.
We bought it at Bunnings on Monday, and you should have heard the shenanegans the sales man and The Man About The House carried on with!! They were trying to outdo each other on whether this one would fit or not. The sales man was a bit arrogant, as he had no idea what our old cistern looked like, and therefore could not know if it would fit. He assured us there would be no dramas, even after I told him how old it was. He said he had fitted one in his house and it is over 100years old. Big deal!
I just hope that The Man About The House is not thinking of fobbing me off with this as my Christmas present. The proverbial will hit the fan if he tries!!
Watch this space.

Useless inventions.

2008-11-27T13:06:00.004+10:30

I have stated in a recent posting that I attended Andre Rieu's concert in Adelaide last week. I took my non digital camera with me, but left it in my new friend's car. We were unable to retrieve it when we went over for the concert, as we traveled on hired buses, and there was no time.
I was kicking myself, as I thought I would not be able to take any pictures. However, after intermission, I remembered my mobile phone has a camera in it. Saved by the bell, or so I thought.
I was only able to take a few pics and then it said my memory was full.
I thought it would be a 'snap' to download them onto my computer hard drive. Therein lies the dilemma. Firstly, I do not have a USB cable for the phone. Secondly, there is no memory chip either. When I went to the electrical shop this morning to see about purchasing a USB cable, I was informed that I could not retrieve my pics at all. The only way to empty the memory, is to delete the pics.
As you can imagine, dear reader, I was not impressed! As I said to the young man in the shop, "What a useless invention. Fancy making a phone with a camera in it that you can't download pictures from to keep them." He heartily agreed, and said there are camera phones now that have rectified the problem.This of course is cold comfort to me.
My friend is going to see if she can retrieve them somehow, as she has the same carrier, and is going to swap the SIM cards over and see if that works.

'Hot' Porridge.

2008-11-24T10:21:00.003+10:30

Last Thursday morning, my daughter came and tidied my pantry for me. I had recently received my Christmas food hampers, and needed the pantry seen to and old stock disposed of. While she was doing this, I cleaned the top of the wall oven cupboard, which meant the herbs and spices were rearranged.
One of the hampers I bought contained an electric pancake maker. I used it for the first time last night. I put caster sugar and cinnamon on my pancakes. I left the cinnamon on the bench, instead of putting it back on the oven cupboard.
This morning when I arose and went into the kitchen, The Man About The House was in the process of making his porridge, and said to me, "The first lot was no good as I put that chilli powder on instead of the cinnamon, which is here." Oooops! My husband is a Diabetic and we read somewhere that cinnamon is good for keeping his blood glucose levels down. I think he would need to consume a great deal of it to have much effect, but if he is happy, why disabuse him?
I have no idea why I had a jar of chilli powder, as neither of us like spicy food. I must have mistakenly thought it was cinnamon, as they were probably close together and my eyesight is not good. The chilli was thrown in the bin.

Letter to Andre Rieu VIII

2008-11-20T15:02:00.007+10:30

Dear Andre,

Well, you would have to be blind, deaf or worse, to not be aware of your presence in Australia. There have been more than enough knockers who call themselves journalists, passing judgment on you, and your particular kind of music and your presentation of it. If I hear or read the phrase, King of Schmaltz one more time I will SCREAM! If these opinionated deadbeats, who have probably never been to any classical music concert, don't like this kind of music, then no-one is holding a gun to their heads and making them listen to it. If they criticize you for your appearance, your hair, your type of music, or anything else, it just proves they are extremely narrow minded and would only be happy if they were pulling someone to pieces. They also probably have no finesse or refinement about them. They more than likely listen to what I term, head banging noise. Heavy Metal, hard rock etc.
I was fortunate to be able to attend your concert in Adelaide on Tuesday the 18th. I was not expecting to be able to attend any of your concerts, but, I have a very generous son, who loves his Ma very much, and I am very fortunate indeed to have such a son, and will be eternally grateful for that fact. He very kindly offered to make this particular dream come true.
When I bought the ticket over the phone, I was told I would be approximately 13 rows back from the front. It turned out I was right down the front and to the left of the stage facing it, and was able to see the big screens and did not miss very much at all.( I only mention this fact as I am nearly blind and did not think I would see much.)
The ice skaters were superb! They are very graceful and not a stumble or hesitation anywhere. Likewise the Debutauntes and the ballet. Wonderful.
It was a great shame that the ticket sales were so poor, but, you all gave your all as I expected you would, even though you would have been very disappointed about that, I think you would do that even if there were only a dozen or so people you were playing to. I hope the enthusiasm of the crowd(?) made up for that in a small way. Thank you for your professionalism and verve. Your humour and wry sense of fun.( No beer or wine in Adelaide!! Who had you been talking to, I wonder?)
The highlight of the evening for me, was when I walked to the stage near the end of the concert, and was looking up at you, and grinning like a Cheshire cat, and you bent down slightly and smiled at me, and I blew you a kiss. Thank you sooo much you lovely man.
I am sorry that Marjorie was unable to acompany you out here. I am sure she would have enjoyed the experience had she been able to come.
Best wishes to you all,
With affection,
Susan.

Letter to Andre Rieu VII

2008-10-26T16:16:00.003+10:30

Dear Andre,

I read yesterday that you are copping some flack from a German baritone, Thomas Quasthoff by name, for playing your very valuable Stradivarius violin at your concerts. He is of the opinion that Senor Stradivari 'would be spinning in his grave', and you should play on a cheaper violin.
Now, several things come to mind in relation to this, it is nobody's business but yours what violin you play, so long as it produces the sound you require and like. if you got the required sound from a plastic one, it is still only your business. Because I think you play the Stradivarius so brilliantly, you could probably obtain a reasonable sound from a plastic one!
You have worked so hard to be where you are today, you deserve to play on the best one you can afford. Stradivari or any other brand, no-one has the right to dictate to you on anything pertaining to your instrument?
I think Herr Quasthoff should stick to what he knows and does best, and let you do likewise.
I would just like to say I have recently finished reading, Andre Rieu, My Music, My Life. How it all began. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is beautifully written and a very easy read. It is informative and entertaining. I felt as though you and Marjorie were sitting next to me and telling me all about your trials, etc, as friends do over coffee or such. Thank you both very much.
I would like to wish you all the best for your upcoming tour of Australia, and if there are DVDs you can bet your bottom dollar I will buy them!

Letter to Andre Rieu VI

2008-10-05T19:15:00.002+10:30

Dear Andre,

Well, I guess you are in full swing getting ready for your concerts in OZ.
I hope you had a very happy birthday recently, and were able to spend it with your family.
I was horrified to be informed today, that you no longer shake hands with your fans as one got too enthusiastic and caused tendon strain in your hand. You have got to wonder about the intelligence and thoughtfulness of some people. I know it is one of the hazards of fame, but, really!
You would think that as you make your living with your hands, if they are damaged it throws all your schedules out of kilter. Not to mention the frustration, pain and inconvenience. I do not shake hands anymore either, but that is because I have Arthritis and I have also found people don't stop and think.
I hope all goes well Down Under. Best wishes to you all, and Marjorie.
With affection,
Susan

'nother one!

2008-10-02T16:02:00.002+09:30

Senior moment that is. Yesterday, I was waiting for the delivery of a door, and, as I had no idea when it would come, I postponed having my breakfast. I HATE soggy cereal.
I was obviously distracted by something, because, when I was making myself a coffee later in the morning, I could not find the milk. I knew the carton was nearly full, and there was no evidence of it being put out to be recycled. I hunted high and low. Nothing.
Then it struck me, I might have put it in the pantry instead of the cereal. Voila! There it was.
Oldtimers has struck again.

Some People!!

2008-10-02T15:14:00.004+09:30

This week we traveled to Adelaide to buy a new security screen door. We had seen an advert in the TV guide, and I checked it out on the Net. They are very cunning, as there are no prices on their web page. We finally found the store, and went in to ascertain prices. We saw one door which looked very nice. Just plain steel mesh and no filagree steel at all. We were thunderstruck when the sales assistant told us it would cost, wait for it, over $800.00!! She also offered to send one of the reps to do a measure and quote. I told her that would not be possible as we are from the country. I galls me that city people never consider that we rustics do go to the city on occasion to buy things. Not everybody they serve lives in the city.
We asked about other doors and were equally horrified by the prices. These doors are made on the premises too. The sales assistant told us the same doors would cost as much at Bunnings, ( major hardware chain) so, we decided to test that theory.
We drove halfway across the city to Bunnings and were pleasantly surprised to find a screen door that is also a security door, for just under $130.00
So much for her scare tactics.
There was a dearth of staff at Bunnings and it took a while to get served. I stood at the Trade desk for at least five minutes, with people serving and doing work on computers in front of me, before one of them decided to ask me if I was being served. That galls me too, when it is patently obvious I am not.I wished to find out how much it would cost to have the door delivered before we bought it.This took many phone calls before we were quoted a price.
Finally, a nice chap came and saw to our needs, re the door. Then we had to buy it and get the paper work done for the delivery. We were told that it could be delivered that day. I said no, we would not be home till late that night, so it was arranged for Tuesday.
Tuesday morning, just before lunch, there was no sign of it, so I rang the courier company.
The woman I spoke to sounded as though she would prefer to be anywhere but at work, as she gave the distinct impression life was too hard and everybody but her, is a moron.
She told me in a very pained voice, "I told that stupid girl, the door would be picked up Tuesday, and delivered Wednesday." She said I had better ring the chap who handles the deliveries this end. I asked for his phone number, and that was a huge effort for her too.
The thing that gets me is, we are supposed to be mind readers, and because we are not, some of these people think we are Hay Seeds, and not worthy of their time and expertise.If everything is such an effort for her, why doesn't she get an easier job? For instance, a millionaire's wife and she would have servants to do everything for her.
The door was duly delivered Wednesday and $20.00 less than we were quoted. Nice!

Wedding Anniversaries.

2008-09-27T18:06:00.002+09:30

Wedding anniversaries are funny things, you either celebrate them with gusto and much sentiment, or, you hope they will fade into the mists of time and no-one will acknowledge them. It all depends of course on what sort of relationship you have with your spouse, and whether or not you had a row etc, the night before.
We have mostly not enjoyed ours, as for some strange reason, my spouse is always grumpy that day. There have only been two or three anniversaries which I have enjoyed because he was in a good mood. Today was one of them.There never have been flowers or any kind of gift. On rare occasions he has treated me to a meal at the pub, but they were usually eaten in stony silence and therefore not a happy occurrence. I have asked him many times if he regrets marrying me. He has always said no.
Though he remembered without prompting this morning , and has been in a good mood, nothing special took place. No meal out, no flowers, no card, etc.
I wonder, and will probably wonder many times in the next year, if next year will be different. It will, after all, be our Ruby wedding. (40th) I am NOT holding my breath.
It is also our son and daughter-in-law's eleventh anniversary today. He has his mother's personality and is much better at this kind of thing. His wife does not know how lucky she is.

Just as well he isn't a Barber!!

2008-09-27T17:53:00.003+09:30

The Man About the House has got the renovation 'bug'. We have a verandah that has green shade cloth on it, and it has been looking very sad for quite some time now. It has come away from the facia boards and needed seeing to. Yesterday, he started painting the facia boards. There is just one small problem. I have Ivy growing up on one end of the verandah and it was covering the facia board. The boards need to be painted so as to prevent further deterioration, and they all need to be done at the same time. I have been loath to let his loose with the clippers, as he HATES my plants with a passion, and decimates them, without so much as a tiny regret.
I was therefore in a no win situation, and had to agree to let him trim the Ivy.
I was not at all surprised when I saw the results of his handy work! There is not much of the Ivy left, but that is just what I expected.
It did need trimming but, NOT hacking!There was of course, no point in kicking up a fuss. As this is what he does to plants, it is just as well he is not a barber.

Finances, what finances?

2008-09-22T12:39:00.004+09:30

i do not pretend to know anything about fiscal matters, apart from the fact mine are in short supply. Still, I have enough to pay my way.
I have for many years had a credit card for use with my Myer/Ezybuy account. I have not bought anything for ages because,a: I do not need anything, b: their prices are out of my budget reach.
The company that redeems their debts is well known and I have been told to be careful where they are concerned.
This morning, I received a phone call from said finance company, asking if I remembered receiving the letter that was sent to me recently. I said I did. The young woman then asked if there was anything she could help me with. I asked for more particulars, and she mentioned their Personal Loans. I told her that as I am on a pension, there is no likelihood I could afford one even if I wanted one. She thanked me for my time and hung up.
I know that things in the money market are a bit iffy of late, but is it necessary to tout for business like this?

That's an idea, why not ask THEM!

2008-09-17T08:09:00.002+09:30

This morning, while watching Sunrise, my husband noticed on the ticker tape going across the bottom of the screen, that there is a Japanese man who claims he can talk to whales.
The Man About the House made a brilliant observation when he said, "If he can talk to whales, why doesn't he ask them if they like being hunted and killed?"
I am sure if he did, the answer would be a resounding NO!

Confusion reigns, or, just another 'senior' moment?

2008-09-10T18:29:00.003+09:30

It is not to be wondered at if people get confused with anything to do with me and my mate Sue and our spouses. The trouble lies in the fact both husbands are called Neville, and Sue is Suzanne, and I am Susan. There is a third couple in the district with the same names.
Sue and her son had to journey to Naracoorte today for medical reasons. My Neville took the opportunity to drive the tractor back to the farm, and get a lift back with them today, as it was a lovely fine day.
Now, as I have recently reported in this space, my spouse is not at all technologically minded, and it has taken years to get him to have a mobile phone, which he STILL leaves home when he goes out or to the farm.
He nearly did it again this morning but I made sure he had it with him, as Sue needed to ring him to know where and when to pick him up. Actually, her son was driving as Sue has a broken wrist.
This is where the confusion comes in to play. She told me with much hilarity when they arrived here, that she had tried to ring him and he would not answer. She knew about my anxiety on Monday, and naturally wondered if he HAD forgotten it.
She was most surprised when her Neville rang and asked why she had been calling him. Sue hotly denied it but he said he had two missed calls from her. Then the 'penny dropped', and she realized she had been ringing the wrong Neville!!! And she does not have defective eyesight like me, either! Tch, tch, tch. I dunno.

I thought, 'I'm gonna die!'

2008-09-08T16:07:00.003+09:30

We traveled to Naracoorte today. Not our usual shopping day, but Neville had a second dental appointment, and as it was with the school dentist, they only do health card holders on Mondays. I got him to drop me off in town as I had some other errands to do before I did the shopping. Neville had to go to the farm and round up the sheep so he could drench them after he had been to the dentist. I did not fancy sitting around in the car for hours.
I got to the super market by 11.30 am and was finished by 12.30. I thought he said he would be back in town by then. I sat waiting with the groceries for 2 hours. I decided to have something for lunch at 1pm, and started to think by 2pm that he had gone home and forgotten about me. I tried ringing his mobile, as, once again he had left it home! I thought, 'If he answers, he is dead!.' He finally arrived at 3pm.
I said I had to return to Target to finish an errand for our daughter. I also had to go back to the music shop so I could speak to the proprietor about some items she was ordering for me.
I walked to the end of the street so as to meet Neville, and, I looked for traffic coming around the corner, nothing. Then, as I got to the middle of the road, a medium sized truck came barreling around the corner and I had to jump back to the other side, as there was no way I could have made it in front of him. That is when I momentarily thought it was 'curtains' for me. Steaming great pillock!!!

The Mystery of the Disappearing Egg Lifter.

2008-09-04T13:04:00.004+09:30

I have no doubt this is not of the calibre for 'the little grey cells' of Hercule Poirot, but , it is a mystery nonetheless.
I have this 'good fairy' who washes the dishes, but, he has an annoying habit of putting the utensils in the WRONG place. I have not been able to prevail upon him to change his bad habits, either.
He just gets grumpy and 'spits the dummy'.
This week, the egg lifter has vanished without a trace. We have a plastic one for use with Teflon coated pans, but this is the steel one. He usually leaves the utensils on the bench so as to avoid my wrath, but the egg lifter has apparently grown legs and walked!
I have even looked in the frying pan in the cupboard, nada!
I daresay it will turn up when I am not looking for it as most things seem to.
Watch this space.

Attack of the Killer Spiders.

2008-09-03T08:33:00.003+09:30

A week ago, my mate Sue,fell and broke her wrist. As she has a husband who is legally blind, she has to do the driving. She can't do that for at least six weeks, so, he son is supposed to. He does not surface until midday most days, so there is a problem.
He was supposed to drive us down town yesterday for our coffee morning. Sue could not budge him, and rang me at 10 am to say she would come if and when he 'rose from the ashes', so to speak.
As Neville had come home early from the farm, I suggested we pick her up. Sue was surprised to hear he was home. He was about to have his 'elevenses', so I said I would ring once on the mobile to let her know when we were coming.
We duly picked her up and I had to 'belt her up' and we got Neville to drop us off down town. I got out of the car and put my hand on the top of the door to close it and something tickled me. I looked and let out a scream. Not too loud you understand, as I did not want to frighten anyone. There was a Huntsman spider on the door.
I am PHOBIC about spiders, and was therefore not at all pleased. I knocked it off with my hand bag, and killed it. I probably could have let it go, but, Sue is just a phobic about them as I, and was NOT getting out of the car until she knew it was dead. It certainly got my pulse rate up, I can tell you. Yuk!

Dopplegangers.

2008-09-01T14:41:00.003+09:30

It has been said many times, that we each have a double. I have yet to meet mine, and feel exceedingly sorry for her, whoever she is.
Last Monday we were in Naracoorte as The Man About the House had a dental appointment.
Our daughter and her husband and little girl were there as well.
I did not expect to see her because of the nature of her business.
We were sitting in the car, waiting for her to call me, when a car pulled up along side us. Now, I have mentioned before that I have very poor eyesight, but my husband does not. When the car pulled in next to us, he said, "Look, here she is now." I was about to step out of the car to speak to her, and was surprised when the young woman ignored me and went down the nearby alleyway.
Then we laughed with relief that I had not made a faus pas.Phew!!
The girl was a 'dead ringer' for our daughter. You would think that her father would recognize his own daughter. Hmm!

Not as 'dippy' as I thought!!

2008-09-01T14:29:00.002+09:30

Well, folks, I was getting concerned that I was having too many 'senior moments' of late, but my husband takes the cake on that score!
He has gone to the farm which is 80Kms from here. He is a diabetic and normally takes his glucometer with him. Last night, I charged his mobile phone up so that if , I needed to call him today or tomorrow, I could do so.
He has a shoe box and an icecream container next to his arm chair with his tablets and the glucometer in them. I asked him this morning which one he would be taking with him so I could make sure he took the phone with him. He told me which one so, I duly put the phone in it.
I have just picked up the mail and needed to speak to him about it, so, I rang his number.
I got the shock of my life when I heard his phone ringing in the lounge room!!!
It would appear I have nothing to worry about, as he forgot to take his tablets AND the glucometer AND the phone!!!
Not happy, Jan!!!

Miss Bossy Boots

2008-08-30T11:15:00.002+09:30

Yesterday, I went with my daughter and her litte girl when she did her grocery shopping. I have not had as much interaction with Willow as with her big broters,and she does not know me well. Willow has been unwell of late and was not at her happiest.
We were next to the meat fridge and I put my hand on Deb's trolley. Willow took great exception to that and growled and frowned at me. ('Get your hand off my Mum's trolley, at once!' ) Maybe she was saying I was getting too close, I dunno. I just thought it very funny.

Daylight Saving. Bah, Humbug!

2008-08-30T10:56:00.002+09:30

I have never been a supporter of this inovation, and am dismayed to read in the daily press yesterday, we are to have it for longer this time round. I read it will start on October 5th, and end on April 5th. I may be being narrow minded but, Summer in this country is from Dec1 to February 28th . It will not be of any advantage to extend it beyond the end of March, which in my opinion, is too long anyway. It is not natural.
I have no objection to people having fun after a hard week's work, but this is ridiculous!
There was a survey on the internet asking what people thought about the extension of daylight saving, and the majority said it was great, would make Summer more fun.
The point is, it will be half way through Autumn when it is finished. I can't see how it will be cost effective, as people will be getting up in the dark and having to use more electricity for longer.
It is not going to help the environment either because of that.

Believe it or not.....

2008-08-23T10:34:00.002+09:30

Yesterday, we had occasion to go down town on some errands. Neville drove me to one of the electrical stores. There is a clear view of the police station from it's location. He observed a police vehicle drive down the main street from the station. Nothing untoward about that, except, there is a STOP sign on that side of the street, as there is on the opposite side. He observed the police vehicle drive straight through without stopping.
Later, we were looking for a parking spot further down the street. Funnily enough, he found one, right behind said police vehicle. As he was trying to back in to it, the woman in the car behind him pulled out and got stuck because she can not drive properly. She did not drive her car out at the correct angle and was too close to ours. She then proceeded to blast us on her horn. Neville was waiting for her to move off, but she kept honking. Then she could not move off as a car was coming from each direction on the street. Eventually, she pulled out and drove off. All the while this was taking place, the police officer who had ignored the stop sign at the other end of the street, was watching the proceedings. The irony is not lost on me. When Neville was finally able to back in, another woman on the pavement was 'directing' him in!!He was not impressed.

Letter to Andre Rieu. V

2008-08-22T17:53:00.003+09:30

Dear Andre,

I just thought I would drop you a line again, as it has been a few weeks since I last wrote.
I have been enjoying some of you latest CDs, namely:- Andre's Marches. I love marches as they stir the blood and lift the spirits Love Letters, Happiness, Andre's Seasons, Around the World, & Farewell. I have three others of these new releases on order.
Once again you have excelled in you choices of music and the playing of them. Thank you.
There are many of my favorites from all time and your concerts.
I love the DVD of Gala Concert. It is the only one I have seen where you sit out for a couple of numbers. A very rare occurrance for you.
There have been some musicians heaping coals on your head of late, but, it is just sour grapes in my opinion. You have been referred to as 'a crossover musician', whatever that means.
I know you will not care a jot about these vinegary people, and continue to do what you do so well. For that I am ever grateful.
It is not long now and you will all be in
Australia for the first time to give concerts. I hope you all, including Marjorie, have a fabulous time.
With affection,
Susan.
P.S. I have been wondering if you wear contact lenses when you are on stage, as you wear spectacles when you are rehearsing etc?

Smiley Riley. Funny kid.

2008-08-22T17:37:00.005+09:30

Yesterday, I was talking to my daughter on the mobile, (cell phone) and she said her eldest wished to speak to me. She gave him the phone, but he is not the best of speakers, and it was hard to have a conversation with him as I had to ask questions so he could answer them. She then said Riley wished to speak to me. He is a bright little sprite and not lost for words at any time. He has a grin fixed permanently on his face.
Riley said, "Hullo, Nanna. (ooh I hate being called that but they have always done it because their father won't listen when I protest.) He then said, "Thank you for the Shrek stuff, Nanna." I said that was a pleasure, and I would be buying more of it soon. I told him it comes on sale once a fortnight. I explained that is every second week. He said, "Every second week. I'll ask Mum." He duly asked his mother, and she confirmed what I said. He came back and said, "Yes, that is right , Nanna, every two weeks." I fell about laughing, he is such a trick. I love that boy, I just love him!
The Shrek stuff is an activity book and stickers etc the children can collect and enjoy.

A little bit of fat can cause big problems, if you let it!

2008-08-08T11:44:00.002+09:30

Last night, I cooked a roast. I usually start them off by putting a little bit of water in the pan. This renders the fat out and means the meat is not drowned in it.
I have not been functioning too well in the brains department at times of late, as I am still trying to come to terms with the death of my mother. I can only offer that fact as an excuse for what I did last night. I removed the lid of the roasting pan and let it crisp up the meat, as it would otherwise have been 'stewed'. I later took the meat out and , wait for it, tipped the liquid down the sink!!! I then returned the meat to finish cooking.
This morning, the Man About the House was getting ready to wash the dishes, something he has done for some time, as I can not stand for long because of my bad back. I was in the sitting room, doing the crosswords, and heard him splashing water. I asked him what he was doing, and he said, in a very grouchy manner, "I am getting the water out of the sink so I can unblock it. It is not a good idea to pour fat down the sink!" OOOPS!!!
You would have thought it was the worst crime in all creation from his tone of voice. He is sulking too. Can't stand bullies. I am usually very careful NOT to do that, but hey, I am only human. It is the FIRST time he has had to unblock the sink in the nearly thirty two years we have lived here.There was not a lot of fat, but it would appear it does not need much to block the pipes.

Letter to Andre Rieu IV

2008-07-25T16:36:00.003+09:30

Dear Andre,

Hullo again.
This will be short and to the point.
I am very sad this week, as my mother has died, I am able to derive great comfort from watching one or other of your DVDs when ever I feel particularly vulnerable. I particularly love your Gala Performance, as I love the Tirol Rock, and the antics you fellows get up to while you waited for the ladies to return after doing The Clog Dance. The ladies do the Tirol Rock so well and it always brings a smile to my face. Thank you once again for all the joy and pleasure you bring to those of us who love you.
God Bless.
With affection,
Susan.

Mum/Kate/Grandma.

2008-07-25T15:52:00.003+09:30

It is with deep sadness I 'put pen to paper' and write this posting.
Although it is part of the cycle of life, none of us relish the task of realizing that our parents have died. I have heard it said, one never fully comes to terms with not having someone like a parent to turn to for advice. This however, is the case for me and my family this week.
Our mother. mother-in-law, grandma and great grandma, died on Wednesday morning. She had had a stroke in October last year, and recently had been rapidly declining.It is a blessed release for her, and no one would wish her to be kept alive by artificial means. She certainly did not want that.
Mum was a brilliant academic/scholar, and had several degrees. She was also a teacher. She started training as a Primary school teacher when her youngest child started school. She did it all by correspondence while looking after a family and helping on the farm.
She was transferred to Bordertown Primary School, where she taught for many years. She had resigned from teaching when she was approached to fill in at the local high school a few times. The Principal obviously realized she had great talent, and she finished up teaching full time at the high school. This led to her needing extra qualifications, and she started a Bachelor of Arts degree, again by correspondence, while still looking after a family and the farm with Dad.
She and her youngest child moved to Adelaide in 1970 and mum taught part time and finished her degree with part time study at Uni.
Mum had served in the W.R.A.A.F during the second world war, as a stenogropher and radar operator.
I was reminded today by my mother's youngest sister, (not that I needed reminding) just how kind and generous Mum & Dad were. They would always help others worse off than themselves, even though they had very little money. Mum used to buy clothes and shoes for the poorer children. I suppose that was when she was teaching, I am not sure, but it did jog my memory. They frequently put a box of groceries together for some poor creature, out of their own larder. We kids never felt deprived and would never think to complain. We would have been scolded sverely if we had.
Mum travelled extensively around the world, and was with one of the first groups of tourists who were allowed in to China. She had travelled around Europe and the UK. A lot of the time she travelled alone, something that makes people think twice these days. She had a blast.
She definately lived life to the full.
She had lots of friends and loved her family very much. We are going to miss her greatly. I certainly will miss our games of Scrabble, as I could beat her quite often. Not a small achievement given her vast vocabulary and understanding of words.
Rest in peace Darling Marmy.

Letter to Andre Rieu III

2008-07-20T15:55:00.005+09:30

Dear Andre,

Hullo, again. I do not know why I persist in writing these letters. Maybe it is some kind of mild insanity, because, the likelihood of you ever reading them must be zilch, and the likelihood of me getting a response worse than 60 below zero. But 'never say die' is one of my mottos.
There are some things I would like to know, if you don't mind my asking.
a) As your family is Dutch, why have you all got french names, apart from your brother Robert?
b) You said once in an interview that you can be on stage for three to four hours. As the DVDs only have one and a half to two hours on them, what happens to the other footage? I know some of the presentations end up as bonus tracks, but that still does not account for that length of filming.
c) How much, if any, of the programmes are improvised? If none of them, then you are all very adept at making it look that way. It is all great fun.
d) I think you are a 'ratbag', and I mean that in the nicest possible way. In Australia a Ratbag, can be a devious, scheming person, or, someone with a wry sense of humour, who likes to have fun, but not at someone else's expense. You are the latter.
You have said on a DVD that you get very nervous before you go on stage, and wonder why you do it. Your nerves must disappear once you are on stage, as you thorourly enjoy yourself once there, and your introductions of the pieces are so professional. We who love you and your music, are very thankful for that fact.Bravo!
It is a great pity I will not be able to attend one of your concerts, as I am sure the atmosphere must be electric! I 'sing' and clap and smile and laugh as I watch your DVDs, and can almost believe I am actually there.
I have just bought a 4DVD set with the 2003 New Years Eve concert in Hanover.
I was thrilled to find one of my favourite clarinet pieces on it, played so skillfully by Manoe and the lovely 'chorus girl'. I am referring to Klarinettenmuckl. of course. I have loved that piece ever since I heard Acker Bilk play it.
I was also delighted to see for the first time, the girl band, Bond. They are gorgeous, sexy, talented young ladies. I just love the 'futuristic' looking instruments.
Thank you once again Andre, for all the wonderful music and fun.
May you continue to do it for as long as you enjoy it.
With affection,
Susan
X X X X

Another day shot to ....

2008-07-17T14:53:00.003+09:30

There goes anothe day in my humdrum existence. Grocery shopping etc. I did some other shopping this time. Credit card is looking a bit sorry for itself, though not too much. I have needed a black blouse for ages, and I somehow lost one of my favourite nighties when I came home from hospital last year. I bought another one the same. I dunno where it could have gone as I was not in hospital long enough to require someone to do my washing. Ah, well, such is life.
My mate Sue came around last night as she had been to Naracoorte with her son. She was like a kid when they know or have something you don;t. You know the sort of thing. 'I know something you don't know'. She had bought a 4DVD set of Andre Rieu music and an interview with him. Now, I am what is colloquially known as an Andre 'tragic', and I did not think she was that enamoured.Sue was not brought up with classical music or any refinememts, so I am surprised she likes this music.Sue was like a kid whose birthday and Christmas had come together. It was very funny to see. She had some of the DVDs I was hoping to get, and she said there were only two left. Naturally, I was in like a shot first thing this morning and purchased a set. It turns out, this is a limited edition so I was lucky to get them. Sue is a real mate in things of this nature. If she knows I like something, she will let me know about it. If I can afford it, I will buy it.
We went to our favourite watering hole and had lunch as usual. Neville had Porterhouse steak, I had a large bowl of chicken and corn soup. It was quite nice except for the slight greasyness. It was only $3.00 cheaper than Neville's steak! I had a cup of tea as well. That certainly was NOT value for money. The cup was so small, and, at $3.50 not a lot of it. I thought they would have brought me a pot of tea.
I had been up before dawn this morning, and rang my sister in Britain. Consequently, I was tired and slept all the way home. Not very comfortable, and I woke up every time my mouth dropped open. Not a pretty sight I am sure.

Letter to Andre Rieu II

2008-07-13T13:34:00.003+09:30

Dear Andre,

Hullo again.
I first wrote to you in May. I was warned you probably would not reply and, so far, that is the case. However, it is not going to dampen my enthusiasm for your music whether on DVD or CD, as I love watching your concerts. It is the only way I will ever be able to see them, as I have very poor eyesight and even if I were to get front row seats, I would still miss so much of what was happening on stage. This way, I can 'go to one of your concerts' any time I choose, and not miss a thing. I also have the amazing luxury of watching them over and over again. I get fresh enjoyment every time I watch them. If it is possible to wear out a DVD, I certainly will! I think my DVD laser will wear out first though. I am able to watch them on my computer LCD screen and using the head phones, I do not disturb my husband.
I was very pleased to read that Marjorie is coming with you to Australia. I know she is terrified of flying, so she obviously loves you very much to put her fears aside to do this for you. I hope she has a great time here.
I recently bought your CD set of The 100 Most Beautiful Melodies. I was thrilled to discover some of my particular favourites on there. Romance. (The Gadfly), The Swan, The Annen Polka, to name a few. There are plenty of 'real' classical pieces too, which prove that you are NOT wasting you training or talent. Enough for the purists to be going on with.
I watch one or other of your DVDs every day, if possible, and feel deprived if I can't. Thank you Andre and the JSO for all the wonderful music and funny antics which give so much pleasure to those of us who love you. I am starting to get to know the orchestra members by name because I look up everything I can about you all. I think Ruud Merx is a great chap. He is a brilliant trombonist and sooo funny. Keep up the good work, you all do a terrific job. I was sorry to read the Carla and Carmen are to leave soon. I will mis them.
Best of luck for your future, and safe travel,
With affection.
Susan.
X X X X X X

Nude Child 'Art'

2008-07-07T14:35:00.003+09:30

There is a report in The Australian newspaper today, about the photo of a six year old girl on the cover of an art magazine. Some artist organization has said that KMart's catalogues are more offensive. They also said it is inapproriate for Kevin Rudd to comment. I presume they mean, on art. Kevin Rudd is a free agent, just like anyone else, and is therefore permitted to comment on what ever he so chooses. Kevin Rudd, as our leader, has the resposibility of the safeguarding of our children from any kind of exploitation. It is all very well for these people to critcize Kevin Rudd, but, why can't they be specific in the crticism of the KMart catalogues? What on earth can they find that is offensive in those?

Groovy Sunday.

2008-06-15T17:44:00.002+09:30

The Man About the House had not been feeling too well on Thursday. He was giddy, and could not lift his head off the pillow. This is NOT like him, as he is one of the fittest O.A.Ps I know. He therefore, spent the day lying on his bed, and not eating or drinking much. I think he slept a fair bit too.
I asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor, but he said,"How would I get there?" Fair point, as I can't drive. I suggested calling an ambulance, as he could lie down in that. He declined that as well.
He was going to go to the farm that day. That had to be postponed until today.
I decided to go with him, not that I thought I would be of much help, all things considered. I was wrong as it turned out. I wanted to make sure if anything did go wrong with him I could call for help on my mobile phone. There would have been a problem getting the car and myself home in that eventuality though.
When we arrived at the farm, I drove the car, (not the Ford.) around the paddock and rounded up the few sheep in the front paddock. Now, I have stated before, I am legally blind, (in Australia this means the person has 10% or less vision)this however is no barrier to my driving on the farm. But be warned, unless you have strong nerves, don't come with me, as I will put my foot down if I have to to head the sheep off so they go where they are meant to. Stirling Moss eat your heart out!
We then drove into the back paddock, Neville driving, as this is the irrigation paddock, and I can not negotiate the check banks safely.
We were after the ewes and lambs, as Neville was going to tail the lambs and drench the ewes.
Usually, when you have to drive ewes and lambs, they scatter, and go in all directions. We were lucky today as they were not much trouble at all. I got out of the car a couple of times, to head them off I actually RAN a short distance. I have not been able to run for many, many years. I will not be doing that again, any time soon, as it will damage my knee, which has not completely healed yet.
Neville did not want me to get in the yard with the sheep, as he said they are feral, and would knock me over as quick as look at me. I had my best shoes on anyway. I will have to invest in a pair of Wellies.
He got the two tasks done by 1.30 pm. and we went in to town and bought petrol and a couple of things at Woolies, then came home.
I did enjoy my 'day out'