After chin wagging with Victor, we on to the shops. Sister's wife/husband, the Bone Doctor, is turning forty and we needed a gift. Sister suggested a small suitcase. We did look a bit last week but we were not happy with what we saw, nor the prices. I am not sure why, probably some serious inadequacy issues on my part, but I have not met many local Melbourne bloggers and one comes to my immediate mind, Fen. Fen bought a Tetris Lamp from an Australia Geographic store and I liked it. Bone Doctor is a little nerdy and I think the game Tetris might have been around in her youth, so we bought the lamp as a gift to her.
When Bone Doctor turned 30, she was working at the Austin Hospital and we attended her birthday party at a nearby venue, and met her family for the first time. Step Father was still alive then. This time she has hired a venue on the Bellarine near to where she and Sister live. One of her patients owns an accommodation place and has offered Bone Doctor's party guests two nights for the price of one. I have booked the Queen Room, settle down kiddies, as it was the only one that offered twin beds and is in a separate motel style building apart from the old building with its poshness, heavy old antique furniture, creaking floorboards, Axminster carpets and thin walls. I may be doing the place a disservice. I don't actually know, but we are looking forward to the two nights away.
So we are going to a party, a 40th, with a heap of lezzos, medical people, school teachers, kids and Bone Doctor's rather unconventional family. Should be a ball! Maybe not for the tame R and myself. Bone Doctor's family is unconventional. Her father is an early retired doctor with mental health issues, her mother is a working nurse, and of course they are also grandparents to Little Jo. BD's mother makes Little Jo be organised and do jobs when she visits. One of BD's sister's is a very shy radiographer, the other sister is a road works construction worker by day and a pole dancer by night, and her brother has mental health and drug issues and is on a disability pension, living in a shared house in the inner northern suburbs where he can play computer games until his heart is content.
They make my family seem ever so normal, and here is an update. Fire Fighting Niece is now in Edinburgh and opined, Edinburgh Castle is much nicer from the outside than the inside. She has
Fire Fighting Nephew went to see Matilda on Broadway, exactly as we did about one year ago. They have done and seen so many things in New York that we did, but I bet they didn't go to the Transport Museum in Brooklyn.
Back to beginning. What I did not tell Victor was that I had terrible back pain. The same thing happened a couple of years ago, without any obvious reason. Last time I saw my doctor who referred me to a physiotherapist and I had three sessions of treatment and an understanding of what was wrong and some exercises. Needless to say, as soon as my back was ok, I stopped the exercises. This time I am going down the drug road with a drug called Voltaren, at R's suggestion. He has at times suffered from extremely debilitating back pain, without also without knowing any real cause. I know my back will heal itself in time, and the drug seems to be a good help with pain and apparently has anti inflammatory properties, about which I am a little cynical.