Possum Galore
A life ‘Down Under’!
Return of the Foot Elf!
At least there was some sun for Dulcie to sit in on this chilly morning.The phone rang and it was Lindy from Blue Care coming for Respite. She'd been given the wrong address and wanted to know where we were. I expect she was on Celtic St. I told her it was Celtis St."See you soon," she said.I was cleaning the kitchen Formica top with bicarb when there was a knock on the door.I opened it and briefly thought it was a small child standing there but it was 'Lisssssssa the podiatrissssssssst'."Hello, how are yoooooooouuuuuuuuu?!' She beamed. "My name is Lisssssssa."We knew that.She heaved in her box of nail files, clippers, scissors and sand paper and settled down at the foot of Dulcie's reclining chair and slipped on some rubber gloves."Is it still $35 Lisssssssssa?" I asked."Yesssssssssss, it is, thank you."I went back to my scrubbing and left them discussing the arrival of winter."I had to get out my flannelette sheets at the weekend," said Lissssssssa, "it was so lovely to get into them. Yesssssss, people will be getting out their winter clothes now."Come on, let's face it.....these people don't know they're born. Winter clothes?!........it's called a flippin' jumper."Who's this?" said Dulcie as another car pulled up outside."This will be Respite," I said. "It's not Riona today, it's someone else," I couldn't remember their name.I opened the door to someone whose face had all the vivacity of a funeral director."You found us!" I smiled."Yes. Hello Dulcie, nice to see you again.""I'm sorry I don't remember you dear," said Dulcie.I wasn't sure either but the bottle bottom glasses seemed familiar."Hi, I'm Lisssssssa the podiatrissssssssst!" said the Foot Elf, snipping away at Dulcie's toenails.Thank goodness I was able to escape!
Winter is come!
So.....Winter is here.It is a very dull day here as befits the season and we are wrapped up as the temperature is a cool 19 degrees Centigrade.There was no sun for Dulcie to sit in this morning and she was not happy.Looking through the junk mail local supermarket catalogues she opined;"Meats expensive Nick and milks gone up. Ugh! Dried apricots.......and they come from bloody Turkey! .........Wombog? What's that? Never heard of it.""It's wombok," I corrected."Looks like cabbage..........Salmon! I hate salmon...................Oh! Who wants a bloody taste of Asia?!I found her some tennis to watch instead.....she's a bit happier now.