Groceries were supposed to arrive between 8 and 11 so I was up at 7. Doing all the lovely stuff on the computer that I used to run around doing. Always check the Book Depository bargains and today we have a winner. I have had a book on my wishlist for so long but could not justify the $139 it was priced at but I kept it there to look at. 150 years of Wartski's by Geoffrey Munn and 200 photographs, a lot of the socialites and royalty wearing the jewells. I've bought books before with not enough photos and very wordy almost text book about jewellery but I thought I couldn't go wrong with Geoffrey. The lovely man who almost shakes out of his shoes when he gets a shinning jewell on the Roadshow. It was reduced to $80, this is the moment a credit card shines so I bought.
By this time it was no good getting in the shower so breakfast instead. Knock on door, nbn has arrived but only to put the box on the outside. Another crew will turn up at some time and put the box on the inside. No shower. Groceries turn up and I am furious that for the second time they have run out of potatoes which means going out and carting home the heavy things.
nbn crew are still on the roof, no shower.
Another fluoro vest goes past, I'm expecting mail, he's going too fast to drop off mail. Fluoro does a u-turn down the drive and drops two parcels at the door and I find another in the mail box this afternoon and he doesn't shut the gate. No shower yet. nbn crew move along and I close my eyes for a moment after ringing mother and wake up at midday with the usual drool down my chin and a parched throat like the Gobi desert. At least I try to wake up, it takes a while and I still haven't showered. There's plenty of time to do that and get to Southland but I stand up and the world turns.
I feel like someone has punched me on the cheekbone, there is a pain in my forehead so I decide to sit down again.
Too much rushing around this morning, not enough sleep last night (full moon) and I am sitting here waiting to have a shower and wash my hair to go out tomorrow. I think I'm just about steady enough if I move carefully. The cat is waiting for his bowl, the eyes are boring into my back.
Apart from the sinus whatever and the after affects of Prednisolone I am still shaking and anxious. I should know by now that having anything to do with granddaughters also means the ex daughter in law. One should forgive and forget, I don't, I forget entirely the fact that she still lives until something happy comes up and she is there. I know too much about her to forgive, it's easier to forget and most of the time I can. A lot of friends have gone from my life, moved on or upwards and I no longer think of them but she is personal. She is a toad under a rock, in her mind she has turned her life around and now bathes in the love of God, such a hypocrite. I bet the Devil is happy, she won't be sitting at his right hand. That felt good, nothing like a bit of bile and bitterness thrown at someone who doesn't know it. I'm still shaking but a hot shower is on the way. Funny thing is, I don't hate the bitch, she lost far more than I did, I just don't want to acknowledge she exists.
Hot shower and hair wash, if you don't hear from me, send the Ambos around to pick me up off the tiles.