I don't stand on my feet all day. I don't work in retail. I respect people who do. My feet are sore. I have been on them all day. I stood for a bit on the cold balcony tiles and my feet feel a bit better.
Little Jo's party went well. We are just so exhausted though. The Highrise in night light looks ok, but tomorrow I will have to remove ground in chocolate cake from the carpet. Hands and knees with a bucket of soapy water.
There is an American word which I can't quite recall. Something like honery.The whole day was planned to suit Mother, but she was honery. Little Jo was blamed for the dumping of some chicken bones on the carpet, but Mother's grand children observed Mother spilling her chicken bones on to the carpet and called her to account.
When Mother visits the Highrise, she usually lingers and we press her to leave, but today she wanted to leave early. C'mon Nanna. We are going down to play tennis. She took one step out onto the podium where the facilities are and it was too windy for her.
Much fun was had on the tennis court, and then ABI Brother who was taking Mother home reappeared.
Mother is terrified of lifts. What did ABI brother do. Stepped out of the lift and left Mother in the lift. ABI Brother has to focus tightly on what he is doing. I don't blame him too much for leaving Mother in the lift. None the less, Mother was in her worst nightmare, supposedly trapped in a lift. The lift did not move until someone on another floor called for the lift. It was a posh woman who lives here apparently. She had flowers in her hand. She was concerned about this stupid old woman who could not press G to go to ground and helped Mother to push the G button.
Mother now has a great story to tell how bestie about how she was trapped in the Highriser lift.
They arrived very late, but what sweet lasses are Sis in Laws new beau's daughters are.
Oldest Niece quietly tied a helium balloon to Dreaded Nephew's hair.
While I just pick up the pieces, you would not believe how hard R worked today. The food was was so plentiful and ok, Sister did her bit too.
Little Jo is almost four. Where did those four years go?