I could complain, except I have no-one to do so to. I shall do it here then.
For those who have picked up the nuance, things have been tense in the High Rise. It is softening this evening after a loud and very stressed outburst. Yes, I am the most unreasonable and uncaring person in the world.
But tomorrow is His birthday. I have bought a card, which I will leave for him to find in the morning, but a gift? Well, I've not done that. A vase? I did that for christmas. A kitchen appliance? I did think of one of those grinding spinning blade things that you hold in your hand and pulverise food stuffs. I am not so bad to buy for. A book or a bottle of something vaguely alcoholic will always do me. R does read, but never quite gets lost in books like I do. He is not a cereal packet reader at the breakfast table like me.
Vouchers between us are silly. I am thinking a bunch of flowers and a bottle of very fine Scotch. While I may get a new bed via insurance, R has long wanted a new bed. Should I buy him a very expensive bed shop voucher?
Seems like there will be 18 people at R's birthday dinner on Saturday night. Three of the people we won't even know until the night. Thanks for that BAD. We could round it off to an even 20 if you want to come along. Send me an email. It will be in a St Kilda bordering on Balaclava hotel.
Then on Saturday it is Mother's birthday. Tradie Brother who lives in the swamps of Langwarrin is doing a barbe for us on Sunday. The plan was to go on and then see the Frankston sand sculptures but there is an event in Frankston, some sort of fun run thingie, so we shall avoid Frankston and instead go to Royal Botanic Gardens, the Cranbourne branch. We have been there before and it is good. All native plants. If I was more together I would link back to my post when we went there.
Bone Doctor and Little Jo are staying Friday night. BD is lecturing in the City on Saturday so R will look after Little Jo on Saturday. Sister will arrive by train Saturday afternoon. They are among the guests for R's birthday dinner and they will then go and crash at BD's father's place in Oakleigh. Bone Doctor's parents live kind of separately sometimes. One lives in Oakleigh and the other in South Gippsland, except it is interchangeable and often the same place.
Perhaps that is the relationship R and I should have. Could we love if we lived in separate abodes?
Any suggestion for what to buy for R will be considered. Ah, what about a sat nav for his car?