Family, Friends & Fun.

Yesterday started out to be just another boring day. The same ol' same ol'. I was feeling so 'flat' and fed up and tired, I had an early 'Nanna Nap' just before lunch. I awoke about 1.30 pm, and heated up something for lunch. I had just finished it about 2pm, when the phone rang. I got the shock of my life when the woman said "Hi, Sue. Joan here. We have just arrived in B'town and will come around to see you in about half an hour." My heart sank down to my boots on hearing that, as I do not have a happy history with this sister-in-law, and I was dreading it.I told her Neville was not here and my house was a pig sty, as my cleaning lady had not been as the previous Monday had been a holiday. She assured me it didn't matter and they would come around and get me and take me back to the caravan park to their cabin. I have not seen Joan or her husband Athol, for three years, and that was at the funeral of my mother-in-law. I find Athol very heavy going as he never talks any sense and tells outragious lies and stories. He is a very sick man and looked dreadful yesterday. He is a diabetic, and never took proper care of his health. Joan tried desperately to make him eat the right things, but he refused. Now he has to suffer the consquences.
About an hour later they finally arrived, and Joan said she had rung Neville's brother Peter and discovered another brother, Lew and his wife were at his place, likewise Lew and Maureen's friend Dawn and her fella, Ron. Dawn is a ball of wax, and when she and Maureen get together, there is no telling what they will get up to! I like her immensely.
We went out there and had afternoon tea, amid much chyacking (?)and merriment. It was then decided we would have a BBQ tea, so the fellas went in to town and bought some meat, while the other three women made salad and fruit salad. I felt as' useful as a hip pocket on a singlet,' as I can not stand for more than a minute at a time, and they said they could manage. While we were waiting for tea, Athol started making outragious statements about my late father, and how he used to kill and skin Porcupines, (Echidnas) and sell the skins. I was of course, insensed by this and hotly denied it, but he was not about to back down, especially as Dawn fell for it! I could not make her see that he was pulling her leg. My dad never did kill one on purpose. Who in their right mind would believe such rubbish? What could the skins be used for, anyway? It turned out to be one of the nicest days I had had for a loooong time. Athol and Joan were travelling to Naracoorte today to see another brother and his wife, and to go to our farm to see Neville.