Sunday, May 04, 2014

A glass or two of Pommeroy's claret

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.


18 comments:

  1. Hello Andrew:

    We are exhausted simply reading this. And we are the ones who think that we can keep going!!!

    We do trust that your preparations for the long awaited holiday are well advanced. Bring plenty of 'Vegemite' as we have never heard of it and there is just a chance that it is not readily available in Europe!!!

    Do be assured we shall be mindful when you are in Budapest of all your different requirements, expectations, likes and dislikes. No-one need do anything he does not wish. The temperature should be pleasantly warm for you. Let us hope so.

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  2. Phew, I'm zonked! Ha ha.
    Now tell me the meaning behind your sms question please.

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    1. Fen, it was a post I wrote in my head when I was in the shower that will not be written. When I started my job in 1979, there was a chap who was terrific. Although he is long retired and his wife has died, we exchanged christmas cards, even this year just gone. He has died. A memoriam in the paper was from Arnold and Nella. I remember Nella well. She looked Chinese but was Australian. While she and Arnold never were official, I expect in their very old age they now live together.

      There is no sign of her on the internet, from whatever extraction of her name I can work out but then she would be quite old now and not internet savvy.

      When we lived in Prosper Parade, she lived not far from us in Welfare Parade.

      So long ago and so trite now, but at a party she wore a hard plastic apron that had a nice figure and big tits. It was so funny when she appeared in it.

      Apologies for old man memories.

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  3. JayLa, I get exhausted reading what our lives are like. But we do seem to have some home time too and I manage to find time to post.

    The aforesaid pretentious Bernard today described Budapest as a decaying place. I elbowed Hair Dresser Friend, fading grandeur love, just like us. It was funny at the time.

    Late afternoon today I looked at some of the things of we will see on our cruise beginning in Budapest, and my mind was blown away to the point where I stopped at Durnstein.

    As long as Jane does not appear in track suit pants and Lance sans hat and in a shell suit, all will be well. Hehe, I am laughing at my thought.

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    1. Darling!!! The very thought of track suits and shell suits. Not for us, who are 'decaying' in the faded grandeur and love it all!!

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    2. JayLa, so Budapest suits you or you suit Budapest. No matter.

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  4. Vegemite! Ah it's the simple things that make life tolerable Andrew :) You really know how to make me laugh, you like people to 'stay in role' :) You must be getting so excited, your trip is so close.. I will miss you while you're away, who is going to put a smile on my dial after midnight for the next however long you'll be away :)

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    1. Grace, odd thing as it is, gay men do become very attracted to straight chicks who are above the age of 30. My life is full of them but you are special.

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  5. Andrew, your post is long but interesting one. I believe that Hungarian weather will be fine for you. I be,ieve you have spent a great time in Budapest.

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    1. Gosia, I am so bad. Fancy looking at the weather so far in advance. I can't change the weather. Thanks.

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  6. 'but I put my hand down with a firm foot' is a perfect phrase which, with your permission, I will borrow.
    It sounds brain boggling tiring to me, and I need another cup of tea after reading it.
    I love that you will be soon away from the pre-trip madness and mayhem. With vegemite.

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    1. EC, given I heard it elsewhere, feel free to use the phrase. Always with Vegemite, always.

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  7. "brown fat looks better than white fat" - what an acid tongue you have Andrew :-) Hope you guys have an amazing holiday!

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    1. Evol, that is surely the pot calling the kettle vermilion, but what I said is quite truthful. Thanks for the good wishes.

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  8. Address labels for postcards! You think of everything.

    Can I engage you to prepare me for my September trip?

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    1. Victor, I've been doing that with labels for years. Someone still has to write them though, and I no longer hand write.

      It's bad enough worrying about making a travel mistake for us, let alone the responsibility of doing it for someone else.

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  9. It's good you got that rant off your chest, now you can go away clear-headed. How long will you be gone? You may need two tubes of vegemite, unless you start having continental breakfasts with croissants and jam.
    I hope you have a wonderful time, both of you, and the people you are visiting.

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    1. Five weeks River. While I do like Vegemite, I don't use a lot and I do like croissants with jam. Thanks for your nice words.

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