needling each other

Mr FD and I are a little competitive with each other. Naturally, I win most of the time unless he cheats, which means I win all the time.

Our competition does take rather perverse forms at time. This week, we donated blood. I am always stunned that mine doesn’t in fact flow blue, but I suppose that does allow me to walk amongst the common people.

Mr FD is O group and I am A group. Mr FD is often contacted when supplies are low and feels quite special. The fact is that it is the most common blood group and hence the increased need, but he likes to pretend his blood is liquid gold. I allow him his fantasy, he has to have at least one…

We always donate blood together, for ever since I collapsed to the floor at work in the Basement of Discontent a couple of years ago I won’t donate during work time, or sadly without a carer. Luckily, nothing so drastic has happened since as I make an effort to eat and drink more on the day.

Mr FD likes to pretend he doesn’t know me and then say something to me, that someone other than a wife might not take too kindly, just to entertain unsuspecting medical staff. I know, he is a real hoot, isn’t he? Talk about original!

I just ignored him this week and got on with the business of saving lives. He had been processed before me, and completed his donation well ahead of me. In fact, his boast is that his blood pumped out faster than mine!  Thin blood that’s all; quality takes a little longer.

If he doesn’t quieten down soon, we will be timing how long it takes for him to bleed out on the kitchen floor.

She said surprises are good for you, and she was right.

“Maybe young women don’t wonder whether they can have it all any longer, but in case any of you are wondering, of course you can have it all. What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications. It will not be anything like what you think it will be like, but surprises are good for you. And don’t be frightened: you can always change your mind. I know: I’ve had four careers and three husbands.”

Nora Ephron

a hair’s breadth

There I was minding my own business at the hairdressing salon, trying to stretch my small reserve of nice until I could retreat back into the Flamingo Dancer chateau, when I innocently mentioned that I was attending a librarian’s conference next week … and everyone laughed.

Librarians can be fun people.


You just wait and see.

a meal to remember

We lunched with Mum in the communal dining room yesterday. That was a bit of an experience…

I had phoned ahead to request extra meals which is a lovely service that the care facility provides. For nine dollars we got a two course meal of roast beef, vegetables and gravy; custard and sponge for dessert. It was exactly what the residents were having, (well except for the pureeing and mashing)  and it was delicious, so it is great to know that they are being served tasty, well cooked and nutritious meals.

We were seated at a small corner table with Mum (when I say we, I mean Daughter1 and I), but somehow managed to be the centre of attention for the dining room.

There were about 11 other residents (the poor man in the room across from Mum’s that called out during previous visits has since passed away) in various states of coherence, and so it was a thrilling room to play.

A man at an adjoining table was mumbling away and Mum kept thinking he was saying something she needed to respond to, “What? What’s he saying?” until I politely explained he wasn’t actually speaking to her. I don’t think she believed me, perhaps she preferred his conversation to mine. I was trying to be upbeat and chatty, repeating the same conversation over every 8 minutes as she appeared to only retain it that length of time, but I sensed her attention was not mine.

Then the matron came over and placed an extra spoon in front of Mum, for reasons known only to her, and Mum’s slight paranoia came to the fore and she decided that I had been colluding with the Matron to get her an extra spoon!  I had been sitting next to Mum the entire time and so how she thought I had achieved that I am not sure! Secret spoon code perhaps?

So, my diabolical plot to equip Mum with two dessert spoons exposed, Mum decided it was time I met the audience, and so announced loud enough for everyone to hear “I don’t suppose you know these people?” Ah no. So all eyes on us now (well the eyes of those who could still hear), she introduces us as her sisters. SISTERS.  And not one person blinked an eye. In fact, I actually noted two nodding their heads in agreement as though it was entirely possible that I was my 85 year old mother’s sister.

I don’t care if they are all old, feeble and demented; they are going down on the stick list for that one. Double laxatives all around.

designed with style

We went to speak with a builder, and while at the housing display village toured some of their display homes.

looking from the kitchen into the media room

from kitchen towards living room and dining room.

These houses always look so wonderful as they are so beautifully styled and staged. Modern homes in Australia are very open plan – it suits our climate. We are very in favour of indoor and outdoor blurring into one.

al fresco area, to the left is a sliding door leading from the main bedroom, to the right a built in outdoor kitchen

Sliding door leading to the main bedroom

a little blurry but gives you a view from outside looking in

living room has doors onto al fresco area

kitchen, obviously

side garden

a second,  smaller house, same builder

main ensuite bathroom – to the left is the shower, to the right behind the wall behind the basin is the toilet.

main bedroom walk in robe

From the front door. Not impressed as can see the kitchen benches from the front door!