We saw Little Jo tonight. She grabbed my wallet from and pulled out my Visa card. Bad omen.
Sometime later, she had her very large mobile plastic mobile phone in her hand. I am sure she memorized my card number and was buying something. What seemed to be Mum Mum Mum on the phone, I am sure is 4564............
We insisted that sister should not cook and we go out for a meal, but as they have been travelling of late, sister was quite happy to cook for us and eat at their home.
Sister and the Bone Doctor had turf delivered today. Sister's back was aching badly after laying turf. I pointed out that I was not working today and could have helped. Maybe sister ought to keep in touch more and she might know when I was not working.
Sister and the Bone Doctor asked if we were busy next Wednesday and could we babysit. Stupid, of course we could. They want to go to some place called the The Corner. I have a vague memory that the Rolling Stones performed an unannounced performance there. They want to see Weddings, Parties, Anything at The Corner. It used to be a smoke filled, sticky carpet venue. Now I guess it just a sticky carpet venue.
But while I was out of the room admiring the new turf and watering the non existent lemon tree, plans were hatching. Evidently we are going to be looking after Little Jo every Thursday evening. To simplify things, we are buying a baby seat for the motor. While it will go in R's car, can I steal his car and pretend I am a straight man? I have a vague memory of guys who had a baby seat in their car were very successful when picking up.
I said that we will teach Little Jo to kick a footy. Then I realised that sister, her mother, kicks a footyball much better than I do. I will teach her about inner city architecture and buildings and English style parks.