6.00 R opened the birthday card I left for him sitting on the bench.
10.00 I sent sms, fan/light installed. All good.
10.05 sms reply, Good
10.15 I sms 'of course happy birthday too'
12.14 I sms call me when you are not busy.
12.30 He calls. I say I have made an insurance claim for my bed, but with the $500 excess I am not sure I have done the right thing. An upholstery restorer will come and will fix up the bed dampness and I won't get a new bed. Can you advise?
R Cancel the claim, which is what I was thinking.
1.00 R calls, you want to look at beds in town tonight?
1.05 I buy bottle of Drambuie and some gorgeous flowers for R. $90.
4.00 R arrives home.
5.00 We are in Myer looking at beds.
5.15 We are in Domayne and I bought a new bed and so did R. Both our beds are very old.
5.30 Walking up and own Bourke Street to find a pub R has a vague memory of. Buying beds is thirsty work.
6.00 Thirst is slaked with two Blondes while watching the passing Bourke Street people/cars/trams but our investment of $5 each in gambling machines has not paid for the new beds, not even dinner.
7.00 @Rice is across the road. R has dined there with a friend but it was my first time. Good food, good service but atmosphere, quiet. $60
8.00 Home watching tv. R drops off to sleep in the lounge chair.
10.00 Me, Where is birthday card from your sister? You haven't put it up on the shelves.
10.01 R, There are other cards there too to put up. Not been much of a birthday. I'm going to bed.
Of course his birthday has a long way to go yet. Birthday dinner with friends on Saturday night and a family gathering on Sunday for his and Mother's birthdays.