I am normally of a cheerful disposition but Monday was not a good day for me.
My doctor is never more than five minutes late but Monday he was half an hour late. I didn't complain as I was squeezed in at the last minute. Then I had to wait half an hour for the pathologist, normally less than ten minutes. I wasn't a happy bunny.
The day went worse.
Normally it is almost turn up and go at Flinders Street Station for a train to Footscray but I waited a while. So many people unmasked on the train when mask wearing is compulsory. The hottest looking tradie sat opposite me at Southern Cross Station wearing brief shorts and he made me feel faint, but he was unmasked and I hated him. I am not a great hater. I don't hate taxi drivers, tram drivers or bus drivers. I don't even hate the most stupid car drivers.
But who I do hate is armoured van drivers. They think they are above any law and park illegally and block roads or whatever at their will. I was sitting having coffee on the street when one parked beside where I was sitting. They left their diesel vehicle idling away with the engine noise and fumes belching out right next to me, like one metre away. Pricks. I quickly finished my coffee and walked back to towards the station and the Armaguard Australia persons seemed be wandering aimlessly in the street mall. Why leave the vehicle idling, wasting fuel, polluting the air and annoying me?
Jesus. Normally again it is usually a few minutes wait for a train from Footscray, but I waited a while. The front carriage of a train from Footscray nicely matches the lift at the concourse at Flinders Street Station. Three of us entered the empty carriage and one bloke thought it was appropriate to play really loud rap music from a non visible sound system. I stood up and glared at him. He did not turn it down or better, off.
The culmination of the day's events by now had me in a foul mood. I changed to the second carriage and he opened the door for me and he knew very well why I was changing carriages. I said to him as I went through the door, 'I don't want to hear your effing crap music'. I waited for a knife to slip between my ribs, but it didn't happen.
The second carriage was busier but I found a good seat and only had to put up with some young lass holding her phone at right angles to her face and using the phone speaker. I will never understand about that. You hold a phone to your ear, surely or use your earbuds.
Today was better. R had a medical test and was clear. We will be babysitting our 9 month old great niece for two hours in a couple of weeks. We are catching up with our Hairdresser Friend for her birthday on Saturday night. I have my first COVID vax today and I have mixed feeling about that. I am a little afraid of how I may react.
But what really cheered me last night was watching the quite lovely Old People's Home for 4 Year Olds.