Geez... life throws some interesting crap at you sometimes...
In the midst of a 5+ hour ironing job, I had a phone call today from my dear mate, Michael Fenwick. He was out on the road, heading out to Inglewood to pick up his boss, the state Opposition Leader. As cheerful as a bloody cricket he was... in his "gangster car" (he drives this whopping great Chrysler) he was chugging along the back roads for a change... he sounded so happy just being out on the road... I kind of envied him having that freedom...
It would beat the snot out of being chained to this dang ironing board, especially now that my right hand is so sore. I can't get in to see my GP until next weekend, so I'm just gonna have to sit it out some more... it's been like this for more than a month now, and just isn't getting better. My physio ventured the opinion that it was carpal tunnel, which I'm desperately trying to ignore. The upside of the soreness is that I get wonderful massages from my beloved boy every night - we go through tubes of Ice Gel at a great rate!
Just busy days this last week - lots of ironing, to be fitted in around expected (but never eventuating) court visits - which meant heaps of cramming stuff in in any spare second because I never knew when I was going to be required. I ended up only having to go in one day, thankfully. I will earn the grand total of $36 - can really go to town on that... not!
Next week brings a 3-4 day visit from Mumma G to celebrate her birthday, visits to the dentist for both of us and yet more ironing of course... and happily, a reunion coffee date with my old friend Silvana, from Premier's Department days.So more will come when I have more to say... which is a worry really .... :)
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