Our Friend from Japan is staying in Melbourne. Sadly just before she arrived, her father who lived in an outer eastern area among the trees and nature, died. It is timely that she was here in Australia for his funeral and to sort our associated matters.
We had a pleasant evening at home with our Friend from Japan whereby R cooked us two vegetarian curries, served with white and saffron rice. The potato curry was nice. The hot bean curry, absolutely delicious.
We again met up with her for a meal at the nearby La Porchetta. She is out of the habit of tram drivers not waiting for her to sit down, as bus drivers in Japan do, and she tends to go flying down a tram before we or someone grabs her. A workmate of mine joined us. We were supposed to catch up with him for dinner the week before, but it totally slipped my mind. It was great that he joined us. As you would expect, any friend of mine is a nice person.
We went to Bridge Road, Richmond today, Sunday, for a few bits a pieces, but bought nothing aside from a nice lunch and chorizo was involved. R had a vague idea of buying a suit for nephew's wedding in November, but he has decided that given how rarely he needs a suit, he will hire one.
We thought we would go to see Hippie Niece and her twin daughters on Monday, today when you are reading this, my day off, but after a phone call, she is going to join R and Mother next Thursday for lunch. I won't to get to see the lovely cafe latte coloured twin lasses again. For once R is being proactive and said he wants to visit Grants Picnic Ground this day. Oh, driving in traffic is not what I want to do, but actually I am looking forward to it. It's a great place.
Last Thursday after R took Mother home, there was an incident as Mother went for her afternoon sleep. She does not nap in the afternoon, but has a proper sleep for a couple of hours. She then wonders why she cannot sleep properly without drugs at night.
The tennant neighbour's dogs, one is a Rottweiler, the other a large dog too, broke through her side fence. It is not the first time and Tradie Brother had repaired the fence, but not well enough it seems. I remember a terrible incident in Perth I think, where an older woman was mauled and killed by a neighbour's dog. I had already told Mother to not go outside if the dogs break in, but of course she did and got her favourite Sasha who she talks to over the fence, back into her yard. The other one was impossible to move on, she said. She rang her nice neighbour across the road, but she did not answer. Mother left her a message. Shortly after the neighbour came across, having heard the phone message, but she was dogaphobic, quite terrified of dogs and she could do nothing. Mother then called another friend who arrived pronto. He is of a similar age to Mother and so is not a fit young man and is missing one lung. He went in for the kill to sort this dog business out, and then the dog bit him on the hip, but did not break skin.
Are you getting a mental picture of the chaos of the scene?
Fortunately the dog owning neighbour then returned home from work and took his marauding dog inside. He was very apologetic, but as the owner of where he lives has asked Mother to pay her share for a new fence and she does not have money to do so, he cannot be blamed too much.
Tradie Brother has been summonsed by Mother to fix the fence, and this time do it properly so the dogs cannot break through the fence, but Mother thinks they may have jumped over the fence after using the props on the neighbour's side of the fence as a launching pad.