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.