Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo stayed last night. They had been to Bone Doctor's father's town where he grew up to meet up with BD's father and mother for lunch. BD and her mother had never seen where he grew up, in Williamstown. They were supposed to arrive here at 4.30 and we would look after Little Jo while they went to a football match.
We had planned it perfectly. We go out for dinner to our local hotel and meet up with two friends and take Little Jo with us. We would return home. The friends would be quickly on their way. Little Jo would be in bed asleep by 8.30. I had my Sunday post loaded with photos, just with some writing to do. I would do that between when Little Jo went to sleep and when Sister and Bone Doctor returned.
It all went so wrong.
They arrived at 3pm and we were very unprepared. Sister and BD left just after five for a pre match dinner. R gave Little Jo a bath and washed her hair. It is difficult to drag her away from screens. Sister and BD still go along with the lie to Little Jo that because they have Mac computers at home, they don't have Google. Google is only available at select places, including the Highrise. I told Sister she should tell the truth before Little Jo looks very foolish in front of school mates. We met for dinner at the hotel at 6.30. Little Jo did not like the meal of nachos suggested by staff. It was spicy. You don't suggest spicy food for young kids. It actually worked well, because between us, we cobbled together quite a lot of vegetables and some chicken for her to eat from our plates. The nachos were half eaten by the rest of us.
Our friends came back for coffee and stayed longer than we thought. It wasn't until 9pm before Little Jo went to bed. Then via Facebook I found out my Uncle had died, so there were things for me look at online about him.
Sister and BD returned about 10.30 and while BD had a glass of wine and R a glass of wine and one vodka, Sister and I got stuck into the wine and the conversation and recriminations flowed freely. We were not happy little Vegemites this morning. They had interrupted sleep because Little Jo wet the bed so they had to change the bedding. We breakfasted on cereal and crumpets and Sister and Little Jo went off for a walk in Fawkner Park while R took Little Jo downstairs for a swim and a spa. I cleaned up, and what a mess the place was. We are so not people who live in home chaos. BD had some doctoring to do at a local football match and Sister and Little Jo caught the eleven o'clock Geelong train home. Peace in our time.
So what are we going to do today, asked R. Talk of Williamstown makes me want to go there, he said. It was such a nice day. He watched a bit of last night's tv and we decided that as I was 'slightly unwell' we would just go down to the beach and have coffee. We did so and took our take away coffees out onto the Kerford Road Pier. We had to park quite a distance away, so we had a good walk. We drove towards home via the beach road and Fitzroy Street and then Lakeside drive, slightly delayed by swans crossing the road. I'm hungry, went out the plaintiff wail. Instead of continuing on to home, we went to South Melbourne Market for dim sims. Everywhere was so busy! Ah, Father's Day. We were home by 2pm and had a relaxing afternoon, playing with our tech tv and T Box. We kind of worked out Freeview Plus.
Good tv on Sunday night and I have done some writing on Sunday's blog post, but who knows when it will be published.
You may wonder why I can write this and not finish the Sunday post. It requires checking, verifications, map checking etc. Writing about the personal is just rattling away on the keyboard.