After the last eight weeks of turmoil Sue returns to her happy place….
You know it’s been a good night when you wake up with a half eaten biscuit lying beside you in bed!
The week was frantic with
Gardening not done, a trip to the other side of the city to visit my workmates, Punto getting fixed (removing the dent from the drivers door where I remodelled it when roaring off to hospital one morning), working at home and packing up Dad for his weekend away….
George and I made a visit to the optometrist and yes, third time lucky, George found glasses to fit! I am replacing my scratched lens and getting a back up pair, as along with my phone, the one pair I own is always getting misplaced.
So, having dropped Dad in town Friday lunchtime for his adventure, I raced back for a few more hours work and loaded myself and food into the car and headed north to my bach in Waiwera. Stopping on the way at the supermarket to buy some treats for a lazy weekend. Only to realise, on arrival in torrential rain that I did not have a key! Changing cars and houses so often, my one key was back at silverdale! Jaxon to the rescue, or was it, time for a relaxed beer together! Which then led to the decision to go to the pub for a drink with the locals ( a once in 10 year event mainly due to the price of a jug being $28.00). A very unenlightening band was playing but that did not deter me from chatting and socialising for the first time in months! I proceeded to inhale a fair amount of my favourite bevy, make new friends, chat to old ones, until my other son Daniel came to the rescue, by this time much needed, and carted me back to the bach to cook my tea! I’m very blessed to have such good caretakers, Russ you have trained them well.
This morning I woke up (rather shakily) to sunlight streaming in the cottage! What a wonderful world! Threw myself under the shower, processed a bit of washing and visited with some more old friends…
The doves came to chat with me while I had my morning coffee. Mid morning the rain came in and Dan suggested a trip to maccas (perfect hangover cure) which I then followed up with trashy movies and live TV rugby….and a few naps! A much needed rest day.
By mid afternoon the sun burst through again and I took myself off for a stroll along the waterfront.
Welcome back to my world. This evening I am finally cooking the last of the Southland seafood…mussel fritters! Some more TV rugby and an early night…however I do have half a beer to drink as I had to open one to put a bit in the mussel fritters batter! Roll on Saturday night.
All who wander are not Lost girls 