I feel this will be long, tedious and ranty. I want life to slow down at times, and I am sure it will one day, but it is not happening now.
It began last Saturday. I worked all day, changed in the work car park and was at dinner with friends at Red Door by 8. Back to work Sunday. Saturday night our Dyke Friend suggested a going away for us brunch. Hair Dresser friend said too hard for me on Sunday morning. I said we will make it easy for you. At the bottom of your street, West Beach Bather's Pavillion. Ok, she said.
Monday, worked but Manny from Malaysia is here and it was his only free night. We met for a disappointing dinner at Margots at Crown Casino but of course it was great to see him. Tuesday worked.
I had Wednesday and Thursday off work. Wednesday is a haze of doing things that had to be done. Thursday I just wanted to do something I wanted to do to relax. We caught the train to Altona Beach via the long way and had lunch. It was quite therapeutic.
Worked Friday and once home from work on Saturday, Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo were here. R had looked after Little Jo while Sister went to the football. Bone Doctor arrived by train from Geelong, and we then all went out for dinner in Malvern with a couple of friends.
Dyke Friends suggestion of Sunday brunch seemed so far away when she mentioned it. But this morning, Sunday, Bone Doctor had gone off to be a doctor at a football match and Sister and Little Jo had gone to a friend's place in Mordialloc to see a friend and a play for Little Jo and then to Mother's to take her to see Middle Niece in Sommerville and her new daughter, back to Punt Road Oval to pick up Bone Doctor and then home to the Bellarine. And I complain!
At 10.50 Brighton Antique Dealer rang. Where are you? We are on our way to meet you at the venue at 11.00. R was cross as she sounded demanding. I am with my gay friend Bernard, a black American who never gets up before 12.00. He is getting grumpy. Apparently your ex politician friend knows him. Turns out in the early eighties Bernard stayed at our friend's house when he lived in the north of Victoria in the tobacco growing area.
By 11.10 our Hairdresser Friend who lives virtually across the road had not appeared. Our Dyke Friend sent her a text and she was soon there, but sans makeup. I don't mind whether people wear make up or not, but I like them to stay in role and our Hair Dresser friend looks very different without makeup. Frankly, she looked like crap and I expect she had forgotten about the brunch until she received the text message and was straight out of bed. My friend, I said, I sent you an email on Friday to remind you. She looked through her phone and said, oh yes and then replied with her flat number so she could receive a post card from us when we are in Europe.
Brighton Antique Dealer and Bernard had waited fifteen minutes for champers to be delivered to the table. They were both grumpy. Eventually BAD went to the bar and made a scene. Champers then quickly arrived and the two oldest people, late seventies, were the only ones having alcohol and between 11.30 and 12.30 they knocked off the bottle of Chandon.
'Bernard, we had met before at BAD's place."
'Maybe. You would remember me better than I would remember you'.
'Why so? We have met so many of BAD's friends. They blur a bit but I seem to remember meeting them at least'.
He pointed to his cheek, indicating that he was black.
It made no difference to me. We have met many of BAD's friend's and most are just a blur and skin colour did not make any difference. Most have been painful and pretentious older queens and quite forgettable and for whatever reason, well those reasons really, Bernard had fallen into the same basket.
R wanted to go to town in the afternoon to buy things for the English kiddie rels who we will see in a few weeks, but I put my hand down with a firm foot. No, tomorrow. I need time at home, hence eventually a Sunday Selection post was achieved, normally nearly done by the Wednesday before.
But Sunday afternoon at home brought more. Middle Niece and my month old or so old Great Niece invited themselves to see us before we depart on holidays. After some mix because we were texting, not talking, she is coming for lunch on Wednesday, the day before we depart on holidays, the day when R needs a last minute tan (brown fat looks better than white fat), the day we need last minute haircuts, the day we pack. But it will be fab to see the baby again.
And underlying all this is preparations for our holiday. Bills to be sorted, address labels for post cards is done, plane seats to be chosen. Cases have been taken out from upper echelons of wardrobes and power plugs have been sorted. There are three family birthdays while we are away, as well as Mother's Day, and cards have been written and ready to post.
Advance forecast for Budapest on the day we arrive is an unnatural? 24. I expect the weather might turn nasty after such a high temperature, the day we spend sightseeing in Budapest. (I just checked, fine and sunny 25 degrees when we will be out and about in Budapest) Ok, I will need a hat and put on sunscreen on my nose and ears. After getting sunburnt twice in England the last time we were there, I have learnt my lesson. I know about Australian sun, but English sun caught me by surprise, as did the killer heat in London's Tube.
But when it all seems so stressful and hard work, the nicest things happen. R said, by the way, I bought a plastic tube of Vegemite to take away on holidays. All will be well if I can have Vegemite on toast when I am travelling.