After a decent night's sleep, I feel somewhat better than I did when I wrote last night.
We are taking our friend from Japan to see sand sculptures at Frankston. She has stayed the night with a friend who lives five minutes walk from Sister. Friend from Japan and her friend, the Ambo person, will both come to Frankston, then later as a measure of thanks, friend from Japan will take us to Soul Mama, a vego restaurant in St Kilda for a late lunch or an early dinner. I am looking forward to to that, as it is a great place.
Computer must be dropped off for repair and the whole day really revolves around when R can get an appointment to have his back manipulated. Usually I can work out how he hurt it, but not this time.
One slightly amusing moment from funeral day, I spied a hammock at my brother's place. Daniel thought his was a great place for a rest, so I thought I would give it a shot. Unlike Daniel's blokey way of getting into a hammock, I got in side saddle. Very nice. Then 16 year old niece decided to join me, top to tail. There goes the end of doze in the hammock.
There was much mirth at my expense as she had early stepped in dog crap in bare feet and I had her feet almost in my face. She assured me that she had washed them. She started swinging the hammock side to side, and crashed it into the wall of the shed beside the hammock. This hammock is not so relaxing.
Today is bill paying day, so better get stuck in. I should recall something about outgoings being 21 shillings and incomings being 20 shillings equals misery. But they did not have Visa or Mastercard back then.