Dame M's abode was severely renovated in the seventies and has hardly been touched since. She did buy new floor tiles for the kitchen though.
To celebrate the end of the renovations in the seventies, she invited many friends around and by the end of the evening her 'soft under foot' lino in the kitchen was punctured with holes from stiletto heels. Some months later when she noticed how the dirt had built up in the holes, she had it replaced with what is there now.
The conversation arose because the chat was about high heels. There is a rather special ball happening in early May and our brother friends are going, not as Mexican peasant girls Chi Chi and Cha Cha as they have in the past, nor as Voula and Toula who were just poor refugee lasses who had to do unspeakable things with border guard soldiers to escape from war torn Iraq in absolute rags (very glittering and glam rags). Nope, this time they will be the Trout sisters, Coral and Rainbow.
They have managed to get together a table of ten and a limo for ten. While of course we were invited, R is off on important work business the next morning and I have to drive him to work at six a.m. and it is a good excuse for me to not go to the effort. We will be free to have a pre limo drink and photo session with them before they all depart Dame M's in the limo.
Dame M last night insisted we watch Channel 31 Community TV to see a gay tv program from Adelaide. I can't recall the name, but it wasn't too bad, rather upbeat fun, although I do feel the need to send them and email about something that will come to me later.
There was sad news last night too. Hairdresser person (see last entry in cast list) has breast cancer. She is going for, not as Dame M said an autopsy, but a biopsy this week. Funny, I did not think she was her usual self last night. She had told R and Dame M and I spoke to Dame M about it today. What a barstard of a thing.
PS Judge me not by how thick my makeup is in the pic. I am more inclined to have car grease and garden dirt under my nails.