I am sorry if I offend you because you live like Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo live, but there you go. We are used to neat and tidy, and reasonably clean. Ok, don't look under things, but what you will see as a visitor will appear to be very clean.
How they can live like they do, in a house of chaos, dirt and junk spread throughout the house, I do not know.
Dogs are funny. When Dog Jack visits us, if he can, he likes to get hold of one of Little's Jo's teddies and give it a good shake in his mouth. Sister's dog likes to do the same and gave the one of Little Jo's teddies a good shaking. Then I accidentally stood on the teddy where Sister's dog had left it.
In frustration of a couple of days of extreme untidiness and general chaos in the house with Little Jo dropping everything wherever she stood, from clothes to paper notes to anything, the second time I stood on the teddy, I gave it a good kicking and it flew up onto the dining table. Ah, said Sister, Uncle Andrew is a soccer star. If only she knew the frustration that went into that kick.
The Easter visit almost did not happen when Sister called R on the Thursday and informed him that we should not arrive before 2.30 as she was having a visitor for lunch. Umm, Sister, our visit is prearranged and how dare you have lunch guests when we normally arrive. There are all sorts of permutations. Sister could have invited us for lunch too. She could have apologised to R and said on the phone, sorry, but I double booked and please come at the normal time if you want, but L and children will be here for lunch. Sister walks on tenterhooks with R and so when speaking to him, she does not behave normally and that is the problem. I didn't really care that we arrived later on Good Friday, but R did have a valid point. When we visit to stay, we normally arrive in time for lunch.
Thursday before Easter, Sister called R to tell him the above and he fumed that night and said he wasn't going. As I knew he would, he relented. He wanted to see Little Jo, but it was touch and go for a while. R said to Sister, did you call your brother Andrew back who has been trying to speak to you? She did eventually call me and I sorted out that she had plain breakfast tea for Mother and R, and instant coffee for me in the morning. She had already told R she had hot cross buns. We had bought some fish fingers as R only eats fish on Good Friday, and I have acquired the habit. But no need, Sister had been to the local pier and bought mussels, whiting and salmon for our dinner. Mother only eats plain food, so something different was made for her. It was ABI Brother's first experience of eating grilled salmon. Sister cooked the salmon ok, but R does it so much better, with black stripes I might add.
Anyway, in spite of the aforesaid issues, we had a lovely time at Sister's. But how nice is it to be in your own clean and tidy home, with showers that propel water at 10 litres per minute, rather than Sister's 1 litre per minute shower.
Photos and tales later, with less whingeing. Oh, while we were travelling down to the Bellarine, we were talking about my step mother and amazing she is at 78 and so different to 82 year old Mother. It is her birthday as I write this on the 27th. Once at Sister's, we discover Step Mother is in hospital with fluid on her lungs. Tradie Brother was visiting her over Easter, and providing support to her partner. She is now back home.
Ho hum, another little holiday post from Andrew, but hey, although there are no photos, I did shower outdoors as naked as I was born and it was exhilarating. Later.