Masseur required, no happy ending needed. The happy ending will be relief from aches and pains.
R was right. I should have removed everything from my bedroom. Instead I worked around it while painting and this made the painting ever so much harder. On the first day I did too much and so I was aching already this morning when I tackled some more. Now I will only do half a day's painting. I am not a teenager with boundless energy.
I stopped painting today at around two and set off for the station to go to Murrumbeena. I went early enough to scoff a coffee scroll from the bakery and to check out the newsagent's window where there are historical displays in its window. Jayne alerted me to the window display and it filled five minutes time. There was an interesting account of the construction of the now mostly removed Outer Circle Railway line. We now concern ourselves with over budget projects that run on far too long. Believe me, it is nothing like the sheer incompetence of the railway authorities back then. What an absolute farce. I may well mock present day engineers, but they were not too crash hot back then either.
We collected Little Jo while Sister set off on her bike to collect the Bone Doctor's truck from the garage. A brief sprinkle of rain made us hesitate but we pressed on and I was pleased we did as we met up with Jayne in the park, along with her pretty smart son. As a youngster, he used to frequent the same park and play on the same equipment as Little Jo now does. Anyway, Jayne turned out to not be a monster and not nearly as evil as she may sound......well perhaps just a bit.
Sister takes after her mother in the culinary area and she had cooked us a meal. Slices of tough corned beef, falling apart tuna patties, two asparagus stalks and silver beet. Still, it beats cooking at home. Little Jo et the corned beef and little else. She has suddenly become a fussy eater.
Oh bliss oh joy, tomorrow carting mother out after a small amount of painting in the morning. M1 motorway, how I love thee.