Sister was away in the Northern Territory with her school boys. Bone Doctor was looking after Little Jo on her own. Bone Doctor is not a natural as domestic goddess but she she can cook a basic meal. Bone Doctor had done some shopping and bought bread for Little Jo's school lunch sandwiches but the bread was missing. Little Jo said, oh well, I will just have to buy my lunch at school tomorrow. The bread was found later under Little Jo's bed.
Bone Doctor and Little Jo arrive at Mother's at 6pm. Little Jo complained at the suggestion of having chicken for dinner so Bone Doctor bought pizza for dinner for Little Jo, Mother and herself.
Next morning at 6am Bone Doctor leaves Mother's home to participate in a competitive bike ride. Mother is now in charge of Little Jo and responsible for her.
At 11am Sister arrives and takes Mother and Little Jo to an apartment on Phillip Island for an overnight stay.
What happened between 6am and 11am? Mother asked, Little Jo, can you help me water the garden? No Nanny, I will stay here watching tv. I get allergies when I am outside in the morning.
When Sister arrived at 11, she asked Mother what Little Jo had for breakfast. Left over pizza, Mother said. Sister exploded at Mother.
Nevertheless, all three enjoyed their brief visit to Phillip Island.
(Note to self. Ensure Little Jo has a healthy breakfast next Sunday)
Mother told me over the phone this week that once home, on Monday Little Jo was a bit reluctant to go to school. "Mummy, my tummy hurts and my ankle is sore." Exactly as Mother complained to her to her on the Saturday morning.
I've not finished yet.
I spoke to Mother last Sunday and Tradie Brother and Hippy Niece were there, fixing up the front of her crumbling house that she refuses to leave.
"Andrew, you know how Little Jo keeps forgetting to put on underwear, she did it again at Phillip Island (and Little Jo does like to wear dresses). Because of the rash I have developed down there, Hippy Niece has advised me to leave my knickers off and I have. I was hanging out the washing and it was a bit breezy."
That is way too much information Mother. Is it not bad enough that I have to listen to tales of your bowel problems.