Our refund arrived from Royal Brunei Airlines. We rather wish we had stuck with our booking with them. The Sultan has now put a 20 year moratorium on killing gays. Nice brand new 787 planes and probably fairly empty. R was puzzled as to why the refund money did not go into his bank account in the 3 to 5 workings days. It seems I paid and it went to my account. I am not so rich that I would not notice a couple of thousand dollars in my account. It went to my cancelled credit card. A visit to the bank has sorted it out. Might have been just as quick to do it by phone, but how nice and helpful was the woman at the bank. I rather like the ANZ Bank.
Nice helpful staff number one for the day.
Nice person number two was the lovely nurse at Port Melbourne Medical Centre who removed my biopsy stitches today. It was Mother Day for R so no car for me. I caught the 58 tram and then the 234 bus to Port Melbourne.
In spite of often being offered a seat on a tram, I feel guilty. I don't like standing, but there is no reason why I can't. I am not old enough to take a fall, instead I just fall over, tripped over my work shoes, like dear Jayne did at Our Great Southern Land via FB. Anyway, fell I did and grabbed hold of the chair in my bedroom, which fell down and put a black gouge mark on the wall. I went to Brian's Paint Spot in Windsor by tram to get some touch up paint, only to find it had closed and the building was undergoing renovation. I suppose it was only half an hour out of my day wasted.
I was going to walk 15 minutes to the big green hardware street in Port Melbourne to get some touch up paint. Instead I noticed a paint shop near the medical centre. Ah, this was where we bought mother's kitchen feature wall paper perhaps 15 years ago. The paint shop was as absolutely as helpful as he could be, all for the sale of a $10 tin of paint. There is no record of our paint colour at home in anything he looked at. I chose the what I thought was close. It is yet to be seen. We chatted on and on, and I learnt Brian of Brian's Paint Spot was offered $300,000 for the business by Coles supermarkets who will open a small store there. In about 1998 we took a paint sample to a paint shop in Surrey Hills. It was a green paint and they put it through their colour matching system and we ended up with pink paint. He laughed and knew the paint shop and the owner. He said to bring in a chip of paint and he could match it, using a spectrometer and instinct. He said if I went to the big green hardware shed, they would only do it by spectrometer and it was often wrong. He is looking to retire and has a good business to sell, with loyal locals and a contract for paint supply to Docklands Film Studios. We've alway favoured small paint shops in the past.
Really nice person number three for the day. I walked to the 109 tram line to get to the city.
Coffee outdoors at a new place in Elizabeth Street I have discovered and the owner greeted me like an old friend. It was my third visit. A plumber had arrived and said to the owner, when I change this live, someone will get wet. I was in the direct line of fire, so I quickly finished my coffee and bolted.
Then another woe last night. The belt loop on my dressing gown came away. One side has come twice and I have sewed it back on but his time it was the other side. My dressing gown is more than ten years old. Time for a new one. Clutching my small but heavy can of paint, I went into Target in town where they had their full range of winter dressing gowns, way too hot for here in the never too cold Highrise.
I couldn't be bothered walking up to Big W at QV, instead I went to the ever reliable Myer and found a light enough dressing gown, albeit at quite a price, but then I have never said to myself, I paid way too much for this item of clothing. I have regretted cheap clothing I have bought. It was an older bloke who served me, and I was at the counter for about 15 minutes while we chatted about retirement, trains, Hawksburn Station, England, walking and cycling, family and many other things. Interesting that both he and the paint bloke asked me retirement.
Really nice person number four for the day.
I was supposed to cook fried rice tonight for dinner, but R picked up on nuances and said we will have take away pizza. So many things went wrong, but so many nice people helped me along the way.
R was really nice person number five today, and even his Mother visit did not sour him today.