Hello lovely Gentle Readers. It's been a while, I know, and it's also been a while since I woke up at 0340, wide awake, ready to get up and go to work. Not really. I've had a very disturbed few days, with various things happening, including trundling Mr Golightly off to hospital to have his (very small) double hernias fixed, and the spare head off his back (don't ask...). He's at home now, sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room (close to the TV, doncha know), having some very bloated bits, and some very shrink-ed bits, some shaved bits and some bits covered in waterproof sticky plaster. He's taking pain killers. Amazing. As long as I've known the man, he's never taken so much as an aspirin, and yet, here he is, popping Digesic like they're smarties. Very sensible.
In other exciting news... well, there isn't any really. We had a fabulous Easter in the Hunter, where it was by turns, warm, windy, warm, rainy, and I took some pictures (I think)... we ate some fabulous food here, probably one of the most enjoyable meals I've had in a long time (including Italy!) - we sat outside in the sun, Az brought amazing wines from the cellar, and we chose the 'A Tavola' option, which means "let us cook you stuff" - and it was fabulous. We ate and drank for what seemed like days, but I'm sure was only 3 hours or so, and then crawled home for a nap (well, I napped)...
Actually, I lied about the exciting news. I rescued the house from floating away down the street today - we had a tiny weeny little bit of rain (around 80mm in an hour, that's quite a bit [there's 25mm to an inch]), and the drain on the patio became blocked - and of course, Mr Golightly had oh so conveniently incapacitated himself, so I had to roll up my pants and doff my shoes to go wading out onto the patio - it was lapping at the back door, Gentle Readers, and I very seriously considered getting the inflatable boat out... till I finally found the drain, stuck my hand in and cleaned out various piles of leaves, muck, wet spiders, and other assorted crap. It drained pretty quickly, but I shudder to think what would have happened if I hadn't been home - we have two doors that open onto the patio, so presumably, the water would have seeped in & met somewhere in the middle of the living room???? Right where all those electrical cables are for Mr Golightly's pet project??? Short circuit, sparks, fire, no house? Ick.
And now, Gentle Readers, I am going back to sleep. I'm working from town tomorrow, so I don't have to be up at Sparrow's to miss the traffic, I can actually do the civilised thing and get the bus into work, so I won't be getting up until 0630, and leaving at 0730 (wow!)... and so... ciao!
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Today, Gentle Readers, Mr G is at home to callers. Also, he's still asleep, as befits a gentleman of Advanced Years, (that is, 451 tomorrow), and taking up an inordinate amount of the bed. When we were first coupled, we had a double bed (well, I had a double bed, he had a king-sized futon which I refused to sleep on - how bad are they for your back, hmmm?) and we survived about six months before I insisted on buying something bigger, and made him ditch the Futon. I think we would have been divorced before we were even married if we'd stayed in that double. He likes to sleep with his elbows out, and rolls into the middle a lot. I joke quite often about my eighth of the bed, but it's not really a joke. I frequently wake up right on the edge, with just enough of the covers to stop me from freezing to death in the night.
Tonight we are staying here before flying out at 6.00am (shudder) tomorrow to Perth... It's going to be a long, long day. They are three hours behind us, of course, and so we will be arriving at 11.00am for us, but it will only be 8.00am in the wild West. I plan to be in bed by 8.30pm, after we've done everything we need to do, such as, collecting the seafood, shopping for forgotten Christmas treats, buying wrapping paper Just In Case, buying Christmas Cards for people we didn't think about before, you know. The usual Christmas last minute panic. Only difference for us is that it's a different shopping centre, which is why everything will take just that little bit longer - trying to find the shops you know about in your own shopping centre is one thing, but in a foreign shopping centre? Phew.
In other fascinating news, the Christmas tree I made for Miss Felicity, at All Toile and No Reward, finally arrived in Bahrain, about a month after I shipped it:
At least now she'll have something Christmassy in her Porno Flat. More info? You'll have to read for yourselves!
And finally, in the fascinating news department, I started making Conchita the Chicken from the 'Sew It, Stuff it' book that was amongst the birthday loot - it's huge, but it's going to look very cute. I promise pictures will be posted when it's done. Just because that may be next year doesn't mean it won't happen... honest.
And now, the smell of Mr G's vegemite and honey toast is making me very hungry, so I'm off, off to the glamour of the kitchen, and from there, we shall see what develops. Sporadic posts follow, as time and festivities allow.
I wish you, my Gentle Readers, a very Festive Yuletide, with peace and joy for all. Ciao, Buon Natale, Ciao Ciao!
