Getting old and forgetful?

My husband made his usual weekly sojourn to our farm on Monday, and returned yesterday arvo. It has been very warm to hot, hot, hot, this last week. He did some shearing, and as he is not exactly young any more, (67) he found it a bit hard going. This is because most if not all shearing sheds in this country are made of iron sheeting. Silly really, when you consider the climate. I am accustomed to the shearing being done in September, which is Spring, and no where near as hot as now. But the sheep have to be shorn when their wool has been grown for twelve months, no matter what time of year that is. He is growing some pumpkins in the fenced off shed enclosure, and keeps the gate closed so the sheep do not get in and destroy his crop.
He arrived home a bit later than I thought he would, as he was mainly watering the pasture. He had various other tasks to do, which took longer. When he had had time to have a cool drink and relax a bit, he drove me to the shops so I could do some errands. Usually on a Tuesday, my friend Sue and I go out for coffee and I do them then. Her son's car has broken down, starter motor packed up, and she is without transport.
We had to deliver some items to Sue that I had purchased last week, but which Neville forgot to put in the trolley when he packed it. He picked them up this week. Then we came home and Neville had a bath and lay on the bed to listen to the cricket. He fell asleep, which is not surprising after what he had been doing, though he will never ackowledge he is getting 'past it!'
After tea, I was doing something on the computer, when he came it looking a bit nonplussed, and said he thought he had forgotten to shut the gate to the shed enclosure. He said he had better go back and check. Now, this is not a short trip. It is 80klms to Naracoorte and an extra expense we could do without. I asked if he was going this morning, and he said no, he had better go there and then.
I decided to go with him, as it was cool outside and I needed to get out of the house. When we arrived at the farm, the sheep were just coming up over the small hill to the North of the sheds and heading in the direction of the sheds. We headed them off as they are unpredicable and stupid animals and very seldom do what you want them to.They had not been in the yard, but it would have been a different story if we had waited until this morning. Mission accomplished. Pumpkins saved!

Satifying customers.

A few weeks ago, I ordered by mail, a couple of books, one of which was a children's story book called 'Pudding & Chips'. When the books arrived last week, I was dismayed to discover, the children's book was not the one I had ordered, but on titled, 'Quincy & Oscar'. Though it is a charming story, it was not one listed in their catalouge, and not the one I ordered. I rang the company and explained to the lovely Japanese girl who answered my call, my dilemma. She was most apologetic and helpful, and advised me to return it Reply Paid, and she would see that I received the one listed as dispatched, on the invoice. Yesterday, I received a book from them, and was absolutely astounded to discover it was the book I had returned last week! I rang them once again, (luckily for the cost of a local call, as they are in Sydney) and the Japanese girl took the call. I was very irate, and she could not cope with my anger and handed me over to her supervisor. I had to explain once again my 'beef', and apologised for shouting. and the fact I was using the speaker phone, ( I could not get the cordless part to work for some reason,) which amplifies the voice. She said that was OK.
I explained the problem, and she was not happy that her staff had mucked up the order. She also said I had a perfect right to be angry, as she would be if this happened to her. I said,' Someone wasn't paying attention.' She agreed with me they were not. She told me to return the book and she would make sure I got my preference. Then she changed her mind and said I should keep the book, with their compliments and she would have the one I ordered sent plus a refund! One satisfied customer.

St. Valentine's Day.

I have ambivilant feelings about this day. I have no idea who is was, but suspect the 'worshipping' of him is from pagan times. I have only once, when I was very young,before today, received a card or message, on this day. I am, however, an incurable romantic, and am always hopeful some-one will remember me. I do think that it should not be on just this day that people tell their loved ones how much they mean to them, but every day of the year. I think this is why so many women have become bored with the once a year chocolates and flowers. With the cost of flowers these days, I think the money would be better given to the lady, to spend how she likes.
This morning I received a text message which said, Happy Valentine's Day. Then, about ten minutes later, I received another one, from the same person, saying, Happy Valentine's Day. You will never guess who this is from. Funny man. As I have his phone no. in my phone's memory, I knew straight away who it was.
I sent him one back saying, 'Hey Bill, I have a 'secret' admirer, and he sent me TWO Valentine's Day messages. You will never guess who they were from. Made my day.' I have not received a reply, as yet.

I;m Still Losin' it!

Yesterday, I had an appointment here, with my Orthopaedic surgeon. He comes down from Adelaide about every eight weeks. It is great, as it is very conveniant for country folk who can't get to the 'Big Smoke'. He was very pleased with me, and my success, so far, with my weight loss.
I have nearly reached the desired weight at which he will perform the knee replacement surgery.
I had written to him, several months ago, to ascertain how much I had to lose, but had never received a reply. He was less than pleased about that! He had the letter in my case notes, and looked at it again, and said he had written all over it. It was indeed scrawled on in red ink. I daresay his P.A. will get an earwigging.He also said, "You saw Dr. W, didn't you?" I said no, I had canceled that visit, as Dr. W. specializes in stomach banding. I said I had told him I would not let anyone do that to me, and in any case, I don't need it, do I? He said 'No, you don't'.
My doctor (yesterday) thought I would need help in losing weight, as I can not excercise. He probably did more to galvanize me into action, than either of us realize. That, and the fact I was dangerously close to becoming a Diabetic. That prospect filled me with horror! I see him again in July, with the expectation of doing the surgery in Sept/Oct. Watch this space!

Hullo, Hullo, is there anybody there. Huloo!

Twice this week, I have answered the phone, and said hullo twice, to dead silence, then the caller hung up. No sound, no heavy breathing. Nothing. I am a bit concerned about it, as it could be someone 'casing the joint', or, it could just be some rude punk who has not got the good manners or sense, to say, 'sorry, wrong number' It might also be one of those niucisance calls from the sub continent, wanting me to change my phone company.They drop out sometimes. It could also be kids, playing silly buggers.How-some-ever, no point in worrying about it.I will worry about it when it happens every day, which I don't think will happen.