Friday

It was craft day. There were a few of us including a new person who came last week when I was at the wedding. We were also approached by a young lass who works in the florist there wanting to know when we meet up. She can only come on Saturdays and suffers from anxiety so her mum wants her to get out more. Hopefully she will enjoy our kind of crazy!

When I got home Himself was at the Shed but had started to clean up my craft room. Normally I would be mightily pissed off (I don't tidy up his garage) but it has given me a start. I can see the carpet. 

It's a long weekend here (Happy Birthday Your Maj). Three and his lot were going away to an extended family thing on his mother in law's side but Amy is a work contact of covid and although it is highly unlikely she will be carrying it, her grandfather is very unwell and any respiratory bug could kill him. They were all devastated, especially Sally, but they are planning a quiet weekend at home with a fire pit and other fun stuff. Considering the cost of petrol on a holiday weekend it's probably not a bad thing.

Three went for a job interview this morning and is quietly confident. It will be in the next suburb so will save a heap on fuel; the hours are civilised so the kids won't have to get to day care at 6.30 and they provide ongoing training and progression through the ranks. I am so hoping this all works out for him. His work environment is just toxic at the moment. The manager has been reported twice to worksafe for telling people reporting in with covid symptoms to take 2 panadol and get to work. He denies everything. His son has been put forward for a promotion that Three should be next in line for. He says Three makes too many mistakes while he is doing the job of two people. His son is, by all accounts, a walking disaster. Someone told said manager that Three had gone for the interview. Let's yell abuse at the staff member you really can't afford to lose instead of asking how to keep him. It appears that the person who dobbed him in also interviewed for the same position this morning!

One's 11 year old Australian Bulldog has a tumour. It's malignant but they aren't sure if it's a skin cancer or a mammary cancer (it's on her belly). He is talking about spending over $3,000 on surgery that may or may not be successful. On a dog who is going blind, probably has some dementia and some heart issues. Vets these days don't give the kindest advice. They talk treatment and intervention as if the animals were humans. And then we talk about how unfair it is to deny humans the right to a dignified pain free death. It's a bloody hard decision that we have had to make many times over the years. This is his first experience. 

In 2019 I planted about 100 daffodils under my silver birch trees. They came up then, 2020 and 2021. They are early bloomers (King Alfred) and should be poking their heads up by now but no sign of any of them. With the wet, late summer and wet, cold start to winter and judging by the amount of fungi growing in the lawn I fear the bulbs have rotted.

Not a cheerful post, sorry.

I think it's time for a warming glass of red wine. Dinner is a bolognese sauce from the freezer with a packet of taco mix stirred through to make a mexican base to have with the remains of the lettuce and tortilla chips (haystacks). A bit healthier than the last couple of nights. I hope Andrew approves. I won't mention the sour cream, cheese and avocado.