Adelaide trip.

We travelled to our capital city yesterday, as I had to have a bone density scan, in the afternoon. I arrived at my mother's, at a little after 11 a.m. We had a cuppa, and she showed me some photos of my sister Alison and her family, that were taken at her second daughter's 18th birthday in July.
I have not seen Alison for thirty years, and have never met her other two girls, or her partner, Aiden. There were pics of all of them. Ellen is a beautiful girl, with flowing red hair, and a full figure. That is not to say she is over weight. Not at all. I have spoken to them all at times, when I have rung Alison. They are all very nice.
I took mum some flowers. Blue Irises and white Geraldton Wax, and a bunch of red rose buds. She was very pleased to receive them. We had lunch, and afterwards, we played two games of Scrabble. Mum won the first one by 9 points, and I the second, by 16. She declared, in jest, that she was not playing me again, as she does not like to lose. Before we had finished the second game, Neville had returned to take me to my scan appointment. He said KMart had canned peaches out for 0.99c each. You could purchase a box of 12 for nearly $12.00. I rang my daughter and asked if she would like some. She said , yes please. We bought three boxes.
We then travelled further along the road to the hospital, where I had to go for the scan. He dropped me off at the wrong gray building! It was my fault, as I am nearly blind, all I saw was the first part of the word, Ashford, and assumed it was the hospital. It turned out to be an eye clinic, and retirement home construction, office. The hospital was just a short way further down. Neville had to get off the very busy Anzac
Highway, and try to find a park. I was concerned, as he does not have a moblie, and I was unable to inform him of my mistake. `
When I got inside, I had to fill out a form, as I expected. Guess who left her glasses in the car?
That was a first! I had to ask one of the receptionists to help me fill it out. She was very obliging.
When she called me up to the desk to fill out the form, I sensed someone was standing next to me, and turned around to discover it was Neville.
I did not have to wait long to be called in for the scan. I told the radiogropher that I had several things wrong with my spine, and would find it very difficult if not impossible to get up off the exam table, as they are so hard and it causes me such pain. When the scan was finished, she stood next to the table and said I could get up by myself. She did not give me one iota of assistance, even when she could see how difficult it was for me. I guess they have to be careful they do not injure themselves, and people do 'bung it on', but with minimal assistance, it would have been so much easier for me.
We then procceeded to the Central Markets in the city, to check out the fruit and veg prices. As we came to the end of one aisle, I noticed a couple, the guy was in a wheel chair. I do not like to 'stare' too long to see if I know people, especially one's in wheel chairs. They don't know I have deffective eyesight, and think I am staring for the sake of it. We were just turning into the next aisle, when all of a sudden, I was acosted by the woman in question, and realised it was my cousin Patti, and her husband Ric. I have not seen them for years. Ric broke his neck in a horse
riding accident, 18 yers ago. He had a stock businees, and was rounding up cattle in the market yards, when the horse went under the overhead walkway, and Ric was looking the other way.
He is now a Quadreplegic, with slightly impaired use of his hands, and a world class Paralympian, and artist. He was Young South Australian of the Year a few years ago. They are lovely people.
After we had made our purchases, we headed for home. We called in at Tailem Bend and I bought tea, and we went to Neville's brother's place to eat it. He was very pleased to see us.
We left his place about 8.30. We stopped at Keith to apend some time with our daughter and her family, and got home around 11p.m. I was mighty glad to see my bed!

Tanks.

I do not mean water tanks. I mean those great thundering weapons of mass destruction used in the army. It has been reported in the media, that the department of defence has purchased some of these things from America. They are about thiry years old, and have been reconditioned. They cost huge amounts of money. Over $M500 has been cited. They each weigh over thirty tons, and because of that they are too heavy to transport by train,or truck, and too heavy to cross bridges and they use far too much fuel in comparisine with more modern ones.They have also purchased helicopters that are out of date and possibly dangerous. This begs the question, do they even care about the safety of our militry personnel? They certainly don't care how they spend our tax dollars. It begs another question, what sort of doctor was Brendon Nelson,was he as inept as he was as Minister for Education, he is worse than useless as Minister for Defence. To wit, the Jake Kovco affair, to name one instance.

Water.

There is not one drop more or less in the world today, than there was when the world was created, but we humans treat it as though it is not at all important. It is vital to sustaining life, any life, and we need to be more careful how we use it. We have droughts of course, but we do not utilise it prudently when it is in abundance. It was stated in the media, by some 'bright spark', that the way to make people think more carefully how they use it, is to make them pay more for it. Why do our pollies, or contributors to the letters pages of our papers, only think in terms of money, and how much we have to pay for anything, when they are trying to solve any crisis of consumption of power, water etc. We need people in politics who have more imagination and vision, than that. I certainly do not have the answers, but we are 'screwed' enough for everything we purchase now. I don't think this is the answer. The Federal Government has now implemented a new office within the Prime Minister's Department, and Malcolm Turnbull has been given the job of CEO, to try to 'nut' out the answers. He has been quoted as saying, we will have to pay more for water. Time will tell if he can acompilsh his goal. Hopefully, it will be with more finesse than that.

Get it right, folks.

I do so hate inefficiency! I went to Adelaide two weeks ago, to consult a specialist physician,on the recommendation of my Orthopeadic surgeon, to see if he could ascertain the reason or reasons I can not lose weight. I need knee replacement surgery, and my surgeon is not willing to put me at risk and wants me to lose some weight. He has not told me how much as yet. He sent me to this man, and he ordered a whole raft of blood tests and urine tests and a chest x-ray. One of his receptionsts rang me yesterday, and informed me I have an infection, and she was posting me a prescription. The same woman rang again today, and told me the other test results were back, and my blood glucose level was of concern, and I should see my own GP, poste haste, and discuss it with him. She said she was sending a copy of the results to him. I rang the clinic and told the receptionist what I had been told, and she said the results had been faxed to the doctor just before I rang. She spoke to my doctor, and he said he would squeeze me in this afternoon at 2 pm. I went down to the clinic and got in at 3pm. I was not concerned about having to wait, but when I got in to the consulting room, and told the doctor what I had told his receptionst, he tried to find the results on the computer, to no avail. He then rang the desk and asked, rather curtly, where they were. He also said, he only agreed to see me because he had had his arm twisted. He said he was late, late,late and people were waiting for him at the hospital. You can imagine how that made me feel! We talked about other things, and I got him to write me a script for some other medication while we waited. He then rang the desk again, and told the girl to ring the doctor's rooms in Adelaide and see where the test results were, after telling me to make an appointment next week to to get the results, only to be told they were being faxed at that moment. He told me to wait, and we would sort it out. When they finally came through, it said my blood suger level was 13. This is not good, and usually means the person is diabetic.I was devastated at the prospect. He then decided to get his clinic nurse to do a finger prick blood test and see what it was. I had foreseen this occurance, and had not eaten anything since breakfast. When she did the test, I was greatly relieved to see it was 6.5, which is quite OK.As my husband is a diabetic, the docter said to have some random tests done by Neville,over the next few days, and to go to the clinic at random times every day next week for more of the same.
My doctor also gave me a prescription for some Reductil, to try and help me lose weight. I took the scrip to the chemist, and asked for a price before I let him make it up. I am mighty glad I did I is over $100.00 a throw!!! I will have to make another appointment, and tell him to think of something else. Even if it works, and there is no garrantee that it would, I can't afford that sort of expense.

I forgot me poi!!

I have always maintained, that no-one would be able to hypnotise me. After playing Crazy Eights for most of the morning, and watching those cards go back and forth, I am not so sure. I was mesmerised, and finished up have a snooze, before lunch, because they made me so drowsy!! When I woke up, I had something to drink and stared to watch a DVD of the movie, Exodus. It was made it 1958, and released two years later. I remember seeing it about then, but can not remember much about it. It was on sale for $9.95 a couple of weeks ago, so I bought it. I found a small apple and custard tart in the fridge, and put it in the toaster oven with aluminium foil over the top. I had originally put the heat up fairly high, but for some reason, I turned it right down, and played computer games, for several hours. I have just remembered it, and thought it would be burned to a crisp, but no, It had not even heated up, the thermostat was so low! I have just eaten it cold. Not as nice as if it had been warm. Ah, well, such is life.

Computer Games.

I was given a soft ware CD by my freind, Sue, so I could download some new games, a few weeks ago. I have been having 'the fun o' Cork', ever since. I already had some games from another company, but these are far superior, as they have other 'people' that talk, and can sort of interact with my created image. I have discovered this week how to make mine 'talk'. There is a T Rex, called Marvin of all names,Harley the Grizzly Bear, Cap'an Scurvy, a rather vitriolic pirate Parrot, and sundry others. It is great fun.I have been playing a lot of Crazy Eights, a card game, and not that easy to win. I do not know how to play a lot of the games, as I can't play Euchre, Bridge, Poker, Pinoche, Cribbage etc.There isn't an ordinary game of Solitaire, which is a shame, as there are other kinds.It is a great time waster, and my brain still gets a work out and I get a giggle out of the other 'players' comments.
Strange Auction.
Neville went to an auction today. He said a little while ago, that when the people arrived, they were given a number, and then had to walk around the items for sale and place a price they were prepared to pay for it, on the item, next to their number. The people who were running it then decided if the 'bid' would be accepted. He said they complained sometimes, and said it would have to be auctioned in the ususal way. He said they should have just auctioned everything and not wasted so much time. I don't know if it was a Dutch auction or not, but I have never heard of it before. The vendor is a friend of my aunt and uncle in Adelaide, and fancied himself as a wine maker. My aunt, my mother's sister, give Mum a bottle of his 'wine' on Christmas. Mum said it was 'Chateau Naff du Crapp", and poured it down the sink! She said, at least the drain would have had a good clean.

Don't patronise me, please!!

My friend Sue, came around this arvo with my ironing. She has been doing it for me for nine months. It helps her earn a bit of pin money, and helps me, because I can't do it because of health problems. We went down the street and had coffee, and while there, she told me someone had asked her if she was my carer! The lady in question knows I have very poor eyesight, and, as Sue is the official carer for her legally blind husband, and we get around together a lot, she made the assumption she was caring for me too.Sue told her we are just very good friends. We went past the shoe shop later, and I spyed a nice pair of tan shoes in the window. I went in to enquire how much they were, and was ignored by the proprietor, as she was otherwise engaged with her other sideline, namely, Avon.Sue came in, and started looking at the small purses and wallets. Rosemary, the owner assumed we were together and Sue was the 'shopper', not me as I was sitting down.
I got sick of waiting and put my glasses on and ascertained the price of the shoes myself. It dawned on Rosemary that I might have wanted service too, so she asked me if I had wanted something. I told her I had, but had found out for myself. She asked what, and I said the price of the shoes. She said 'They are all different prices." She assuned Sue ad told me, as she has known for years my eyes are bad. I said I had seen for myself. Then she said, I must have had an operation as the price tags are very small, and I am not wearing glasses. I tried to explain, but she is a very bombastic person, and kept talking over the top of me, so I took my 'specs' out and showed her. When she saw them, the 'penny dropped'. She just hadn't seen me use them.When she realised I had to have thing up so close to read, she said I must feel a real dill doing that in public. I said I didn't give a s..t what people thought. Then we went to the butcher on the way back to the car. I bought some things, then asked about the price of some cooked seasoned pork. The young man is new, and does not know me. That does not excuse what he did next. He said' Oh, that is cooked cold meat for slicing. You can't have it all'. I said 'I know that. I wanted to know how much it is a kilo'. Duh! When we got back to the car I asked Sue if I had 'silly old lady' stamped on my forehead!

Nearly missed the wedding!

Last Saterday, the 12th, Deb and the boys and I travelled to Tailem Bend, which is about an hour and a half from Adelaide, to attend my former sister-in-law's wedding. I have always loved Denise, and am very pleased, dead chuffed in fact, that she has found such a lovely man, and is so happy. The anouncement in the local paper of six weeks ago said the wedding was to be at 2 pm. We left early, about 9.30 am. Deb had to come and get me, as I don't drive, and Neville would not have taken me to Keith, as he has never liked Denise. He is not the most accommodating person in the world.Deb phoned her friend, Bonnie,who lives in Tailem, and asked her to find out where the church was for us. Deb said we had oodles of time to go to Murray Bridge, which is 30 mins further up the wallaby. We pulled into the BP road house, for a pit stop and refreshments.
Whilst Deb was in the loo, her mobile rang. I have no idea which button to press to answer it, as she has a new one, that is nothing like mine. When she came back to the car, I told her it had rung. She checked it, but didn't call back. I will explain why in a mo.
We continued on our way, and went to Target to try to buy some clothes for Lachlan and Riley. There was not a lot to choose from. The shop seemed almost empty, as though they were moving to another premises. Then we went to Bi-Lo, so Deb could get a few things. I got some more batteries for my camera, as I was not sure how good the one's in it were. They have been there yonks. Suddenly, Deb came 'screaming' down the aisle yelling, 'Mum, the wediing's at 1 o'clock!!' It was at that time, 12.35 pm. She said Bonnie had rung and told her it had been moved up and hour, and that it had been her who rang and I couldn't take the call. It had shown up as a privte number, because she had called from a phone booth. Her phone is playing up.
We had to get through the check out, and back to Tailem, and it takes half an hour. I told Deb it was not worth getting a speeding ticket, that we would get there in time to see some of the wedding, even if it was only the reception. We got there just as Denise and Trevor had finished signing the register.I got a couple of pics as they came down the aisle, and some outside, and where they had the reception, which was next door in a tin shed. The church is very new, and has not in fact been finished, so I daresay they need to raise more funds to build a proper hall. It really was NOT my day, as I had something to eat and a drink of Lemonade, and then went to the loo, which is inside the church.I had to queue, as there are only two cubicles. This was fairly early in the proceedings, and while I was 'away', they cut the cake. I got back just after, and people were taking photos. I couldn't believe it! Deb said, "Don't worry, it is all on film."
One of the guests, who also comes from Bordertown, said to me, he had seen us when we pulled up at the BP, and had thought about asking me if I knew the time had been changed. He and his wife and her mother were in there having a cuppa. Would have been a bloody pity if some one had told me!!! Apparently, the minister had changed the time. Denise doesn't know why. Bit incosiderate in my book. She said she thought someone from here would have made sure I knew. I guess it was one of those times when everyone thought someoe else had done it, etc.
Laclan made his mum and me very proud. He was outside waiting for us, as we were talking to Denise, and he picked some Gazanias and brought them over and said, "These are for you, Auntie Denise." He then tried to give her a hug, but could only reach her behind. She bent down and hugged him and kissed the top of his head. She was very touched by his spontaneous gesture. Lachlan hardly knows her.
He is a lovely boy.

Our Weekend.

Last Sunday, Neville and I went to Gawler, which is north of Adelaide, to my distant cousin by marriage's 80th birthday party. The lady's name is Daphne, and she has always been like a second mum to me. Her husband and his elder brother and my late dad, all attended Tech college together, and had always been great mates. Two of them are dead now, but we keep in close contact with Malcolm and Daphne. The party was at Daphne and Malcolm's daughter Dianne's home. She and her partner, Dave, have a beautiful home. It would not be suitable for me to live in as it has many levels, steps etc, and I had to be very careful all afternoon when I moved around. The patio, where they held the party, has two levels ad there are three steps made of lovely gray slate and old railway sleepers. The slate does not meet the top of the sleepers, but curves down to the top. A trap for someone with impaired vision and not too agile, like myself. I was able to hold on to the steel post that held the awning, so I felt secure. On one occasion, George, offered to help me down the steps but I declined the offer, as he was pretty well tanked when he got there and drank anything that was uncorked. I met him at Malc's 70th, nearly 11 years ago and didn't like him one bit. I Don't like being around heavy drinkers, and am fussy who I allow to touch me. I am not prejudiced, I have never been comfortable around them, as I am not accustomed to it, and have been pawed by too many in the past.
The food was superb and plentiful. They had chicken mornay, spicy beef, Rogan Josh, I think, fried rice, Shashliks and party pies, pasties, and sausage rolls. Dave and Dianne did all the cooking and would not allow Di's parents to pay for any thnng but the drinks. For dessert we had fresh fruit skewers, cream puffs with Chantilly custard filling and chocolate on top. There were other things but what they were eludes me. The birthday cake was magnificent. A huge square sponge, covered in cream, flaked almonds and strawberries, with a chocolate plaque with Happy 80th Birthday Daphne, on it.
We left at 5.45pm. Just as we were about to go, Yu-Jin rang me and I had to tell him I would ring him back. We got down the road a bit, and Neville agreed to go to the city to find a bed for the night, so I rang our usual motel, and was able to secure a room. I asked for a twin room and we were given a room with a queen sized bed plua a single one. Neville slept in that. I watched a bit of telly, but was very tired, so went to bed and 9.00pm. I had turned the air conditioner on to warm up the room, but turned it off when I got into bed, as I thought Neville would not be able to sleep with the noise. About 3/4 of an hour later, I woke up shivering violently, and thought it was because I was cold, so turned the AC back on. It made no difference, and then I got some twinges in my middle, and thought 'Oh, no. Why now,why here?' Went to the toilet and thought that would be the rnd of it. Not so. I hastily rang reception and asked for a plastic bucket, which the guy brought over poste haste, and I was promptly ill. I do wish 'Murphy' would not lurk around me quite so much! After I had booked the room, I rang Yu-Jin and we had quite a long talk. He is a lovely boy, and I miss him greatly.
I spent Monday with my Mum, and we had a good day. When I arrived, we had a cuppa out in the sun on her back porch. We played three games of Scrabble. Mum won two, but not by much. We
had lunch then went to the local shopping centre to get a few things from Foodland and the post office. Mum said it was good to have someone with her in the car, as she has lost a lot of confidence since her op in March. As mum has recently been in hospital, again, and as I can never visit her there, I took her a bottle of Tawny Port, some chocs and flowers. She asked me why I had brought so much and I explained as above.
Neville got back about 4.30, and we had another cuppa, then we left. We were heading down the freeway, and I got a very urgent call of nature. We had to make a detour at the first exit. We had no idea which town it was, as it was dark by then. We finally found a small service station that was still open, and I made a mad dash inside, and asked if they had any loos. Got back in the car, and we could not find our way back on to the freeway! We drove around a lot of dark towns and winding roads and got a bit lost. These old towns don't always have signage, so we didn't know where we were most of the time. We drove for 3/4 of an hour and Mother Nature came aknocking again!! I very nearly didn't make it. After that, I was OK. We finally found the exit to Murray Bridge, and headed to there, then on to Tailem Bend, to get some tea and see Neville's brother Peter, who has just moved there. Because we were so late getting there, Pete thought we were not coming. We had never been there before, and it is not easy finding a place in the dark, especially as there are few street signs and hardly any house numbers. We found his house about 8.30 and stayed for an hour. We had another cuppa and our tea. I was whacked by 9.30. and said we had better make tracks. This we did, and arrived home at 11.45. I slept most of the way, and for a further 8 hours when I got to bed.

I've had a very busy week.

For someone who usually does not go out very much at all, I have had a busy week. I have gone out three days in a row, so far, and will probably go out again tomorrow. I went to Keith Tuesday, out to lunch here, yesterday, and down to Naracoorte today, to do the rest of the shopping, and so Neville could do some jobs at the farm. I am feeling a bit exhausted I must say. Have to slow down next week and take it easy!
After I had finished the shopping, I went to sit on one of the benches to wait for Neville. There was an elderly lady sitting on the only bench that had a vacant space. I asked if anybody else was going to come and sit there, and she said no, so I sat down. We got chatting, and I discovered who she was. She was someone I had only heard of, but I knew, some of he family, slightly. She said she was waiting for her nephew to come and pick her up. It transpired her nephew was a bloke I had gone to school with in grades six and seven.
She couldn't place me, even though I had told her my maiden name, but instantly knew when I told her my late father's name. Funny how people don't remember my mum. Her nephew duly arrived, and I said G'day. I don't suppose you remember me?' He looked hard, then said I think I do. Yes, you're Sue, aren't you?' I am not sure if I would have recognised him if he had been in the street, as he has filled out a bit. It has been 46 years since I saw him, too.
Neville came in and they had a chat, then I asked Neville to get the groceries. Edward asked me where my sister was now. I said, 'Do you mean Alison?' He said, 'No, the older one.' I said,'Bronwyn?' He said, "Yes, Bronny. That's the one. This is what I was talking about, before. No-one remembers me, they all remember Bron. This has been the way of things all my life. I never existed if Bron was in veiw!
We went to one of the three pubs for lunch, and Neville asked me how old Edward would be. He said,'He wouldn't be 50 yet, would he?' I said he is the same age as me. He said, 'Well, he doesn't look it.' I said, 'Thank you very much, I will kick you in the shins any time now'.
I rang me mum, who is in hospital once again, when I got home, and told her all about it. She is much better, and should have gone home today, but the doctor was going to put her on oral antibiotics, yesterday,then let her go home, But she still has not started them. She said he probably forgot to write them up! I bought her a bottle of Tawny Port, which she loves, just to give her a boost. I will see her next Monday, and will be able to spend some time with her, which will be nice.

I had a good day, mum.

My friend Sue and I went to Keith today, to see my daughter and her young son, Riley. Her husband is off work because he has done his back in, again. We normally go out on a Tuesday for coffee and to do errands, but decided to have a change of venue. We had coffee and cake at one of the cafes , Deb had a salad roll. Then we went into a shop called The Purple Paddock. It is a shop where people can sell their handy crafts, paintings and cooking. They also had some beautiful pieces of old furniture that had been restored. The prices were very much today's, though. I bought four coasters with Aussie farm scenes on, to send to my sister in Wales. When I told the lady serving me where they were going, she said it had been a bit of an international day, as there had been a french lady in, who had bought some things to take home with her, and someone else who was sending things somewhere, but it eludes me.Then Sue and Deb and Riley went to a craft shop. It was too far for me to walk, so I went to the newsagent's and checked my lotto and bought some magazines. I went across the street to sit and wait for them. It was quite chilly, as it has been an overcast day, and the wind had a chill factor of about -5. When they got back, I asked Deb if she was coming to lunch at the pub with us. She declined, as she had just had a salad roll. She asked Riley if he would like to come with us. At first he said no, as he is a bit shy, in spite of his exuberance and chatterbox nature.(The lady in the Purple Paddock said we would never be lonely with Riley around) We met Pete and his mum, Margaret, who is on two weeks holiday from the meat works, and Riley decided he would come with Sue and me. We all had bangers and mash and oinon gravy. I asked if they did children's serves, but was told , no. He ate nearly all of it by himself, with no coaxing from us! I don't know where he put it all, as he is not very big. Half way through the meal he said, "I'm having a good day". When we got back to Deb, he told he that too. It was very gratifying to hear. We went to Deb's house, so I could drop off some things she asked for when I had my cupboards cleaned out last week, and to see the new Bull Terrier pup. Then a van pulled up, and Deb was very excited, as she said they had come to fix he washing machine. When the men had a look at it, I heard one say they had the wrong parts, as they were told something quite different needed fixing. Goodness knows when she will get it fixed now.
Sue and I didn't stay long and came home and did some shopping and other jobs here. We were quite 'done up' when we got back, and had a cuppa and a chat. She looked through her catalogues she had got in the mail. I had a bit of a rest, as my legs were giving me 'hurry up'.

Riley

Last Friday, Neville went to the doctor, as he is a diabetic,the doc has him participating in a trial whereby he is gathering data about the disease and it's effects. Deb came down to do some shopping, and I usually give her a small box of Smarties for her boys. I gave Riley his, and he said thank you, and immediately asked, "Where's Pop?' I said he had gone to see the doctor. He came straight back with, "What did he do?" I said, 'Nothing, he has gone to get some more tablets". No flies on this one!

Naracoorte Sojourn.

We went to Naracoorte today to do the rest of the fortnightly grocery shopping. Neville dropped me off at the supermarket, and went out to the farm. He fed the sheep some Barley, and did a few other jobs. (He says he can't remember what, exactly?!) We have three dozen lambs, three sets of twins. The first ones are a month old, and he will have to tail them soon. I did the shopping, and had them put it out the back to be collected later. Then, I struggled down the hill to the main street and did some other errands. Chemist, video shop where I ordered Pretty Woman, then to the 'el cheapo' shop to buy paraphanalia for making cards, amongst other things. Then I struggled back up the hill, to find Neville waiting for me. He was earlier than he thought he would be. I sent him in to pick up the groceries. He said the girl asked him where they were. Were they at the deli? He said, no, they would be out the back somewhere. Duh! It was only 11.25 am, and I had no idea what he had planned to do for lunch, but it transpired he was planning on going to the pub. A different one this time. It was too early, so we sat in the car and chatted for a while. I was not too enamoured of the idea of the pub he had in mind, but decided to give it a go again. The last time we had lunch there, it was decidedly down at heel and scruffy, and the tucker was no better. This time it was not bad at all. Neville had the rissoles, onion gravy & mash. He said it was very nice. It looked it, too. I had three beef(mince) and spinich rolls. They were in puff pastry, and served with fries. (chips) Not bad, but nothing to write home about, either. We stopped at the post office, and he posted a letter for me. I was absolutely done up, and we came home. I slept all the way.
I bought some things for my mate, Sue, and rang her when we arrived home, and she said she would be here soon. That was three hours ago! Her daughter is a manipulative little minx, and makes use of her mother shamelessly. Sue babysits her daughter, and she shirks her parental duties whenever she can. She doesn't consider her mother at all. I daresay she will be here after tea, as there is nothing on 'the box' tonight.

Jessica.

I was blogging earlier, when my friend Sue came round with her son's girlfriend, Jess. Sue had been telling me last night how Jess had sorted out her cupboards for her, unasked. Sue was thrilled with the result, and I said she could do my pantry and cupboards if she liked. I said I would pay her of course. We decided to do it this arvo. This is why.
On Monday morning, before Neville went to the farm, I asked him if we could go to Naracoorte to do the shopping, as Deb was unable to take me this time. Her husband had only had one days pay after returning from holidays, as there had been no work on Monday. The pays are done on Wednesday nights. I had said it was another expense fuelwise, but he said, 'They're still making it, aren't they?' I asked him which day he would prefer to go, and he said Thursday. When I asked him last night what time he wanted to leave this morning, he said we were not going till Friday. I said that he had said Thursday. He was adamant that he had said Friday. I realised it was pointless arguing with him. This morning he said, 'Are we going to Naracoorte today or tomorrow?' I said that he had told me we were going Friday, and that I had made other arrangements accordingly. This is why Jess did the jobs for me today. This is not the first time he has done something like this, and it worries me. There are four possibilities for his behaviour.

Not a lot happnin'.

Well, not a lot that I can write about, or that you would be interested in reading. We have sold two semi trailer loads of fire wood , one last month and one this month. 22 & 15 tonnes respectively. The second one was a bit less, because the driver had some of his own to sell. Not a bad little earner, though the wood yards sell it for far more than they pay us.
Pete's mum is not driving the car Neville fixed for two reasons. One, the battery out of her car that they put in it is dead. Two, she is originally from Queehsland, and forgot to renew her licence. She will have to change her address on it, and has not bothered as yet, as she gets a lift to work. I guess she will do it when they can afford a new battery.
Neville's brother, Peter, has left the district, so he will mis him quite a bit. He has not managed to sell his property here yet, and will come back every fortnight to check on it. It used to belong to his son, and he had it on the market for a couple of years before Pete bought it. He has had to drastically reduce the price, but no luck. I think there have been quite a few people look at it, but it is next to a sheep skin tannery, and I guess people think there will be a nasty smell from that. That is not so, but some people you can't convince.
I am starting to get into making my own cards. I am gradually acquiring the nessecary equipment. It can be expensive, if you don't go to the right place. We have a shop in town that has things at very cheap rates, but they do not have a lot to choose from as yet.
My friend, Sue, does all kinds of crafts, and she is willing to help me, and do it with me.
Maybe more later.