Well, actually, it was more like one Gin & Tonic on Wednesday night when Mr Golightly & I took his lovely mother out for dinner for her birthday.
There were also bubbles, which I had for lunch on Friday - the first long lunch I've had for a while, closely followed by a trip out of the office to get a new battery in my watch, and then, at 4.00pm, just as the buzz from the bubbles was wearing off, I went home. Hah. I was in bed by 8.10pm, and asleep by about 8.30pm. Bliss.
In the intervening time, I've forgotten quite a few things that have happened - the very lovely Felicity from All Toile and No Reward sent me a fabulous Australiana Tea Towel as a souvenir of her sojourn in Kununurra, [isn't sojourn a funny word - I must look up the origins in my Oxford Dictionary of Word Origins, which is a fascinating book, so good in fact that I'm torn between keeping it beside my bed to read at night, and taking it to the office to bore my colleagues rigid. Guess I'll leave it at home.] which has fabulous pictures of the Red Northwest... and my lovely mother-in-law bought me one back from her sojourn to Townsville - it's got pictures of those well-known North Queensland native flowers, Garlic and Lavender, and a few more I can't remember without getting up out of my chair in front of the fire... all too hard.
I've made my lovely MIL a couple of things for the family Birthday lunch tomorrow:
Lightly padded coathangers, two with lace, one without. Only because I didn't have enough lace for all three - and three little birdies filled with the tail end of my lavender. The new delivery is waiting for me at the post-office, which, frustratingly, I can't get to until Monday night, so I can't finish stuffing the last 20 lavender bags. I really wanted to be able to post those today (we are lucky enough to have an Post Office open on Saturday mornings just 20 minutes down the road) for my customer, but I guess Tuesday will do just as well.
How long do you think it's going to take Australia Post to realise that not everybody can get to the Post Office between 9.00am and 5.00pm Monday-Friday, and make all Post Offices open on Saturdays? They will let you pick up M-F after 6.00am, but that doesn't suit everybody either - I know, how about staggered hours? Six days a week, 7.00am to 7.00pm? God, what a revelation that would be. And a revolution...
And this, to celebrate us being locked out of our house on the night of our return from the West:
"Over East" had so much rain whilst we were away that our new(ish) screen door swelled up, and we couldn't get the damn thing open. Mr G had (of course) shut the garage door before we could get the screen door open, so we couldn't get back to the car to drive to WMIL's* house to get the spare back door key. We have a spare key hidden in a Very Secret Pebble in the garden, but of course, it's for the front door.
Anyway, we rang WMIL* & she very kindly drove over to our house (lucky it's only 15 minutes each way) with her spare key, which turned out to be... for the front door. She also very kindly sat around and waited for the $150 emergency locksmith to come so we could be warm and dry. So... I figured the least I could do would be to make her a fabulous keyring to go with the complete set of housekeys we're giving her.
And what else?
I made a froggie today, named "Julia", of course, but forgot to take a photo of her. What a dope. Hopefully the lucky recipient, Doc Rosie, will be kind enough to take one for me...
And now, I'm going to bed. It's 9.59pm and I've been up since 6.50am. Flannelette jammies, ah, luxury. Ciao!