Day Off Thursday

Oh, I don't know. I'm sitting on the couch watching movies with Otto. Gay movie, Weekend. One of the characters, Russell, has great hair, pity the character always seems to wear a cap.

A week and a half until Sam gets home.

I'm Good

I’m okay. Yesterday I was a bit sick, wow, just excess.

But today, I’m good, a little bit of struggle in the background, but pulling it all together and getting it all done.

Do we go and buy some more tomorrow?

I lost a couple of days. I think Otto missed out on two meals, and I can't tell you how many walks. Don’t tell Sam.

Who'd Have Thought

Who'd have thought that my words, I don't want to hear blah, blah, blah about my abominable behaviour, actually worked in me not getting blah, blah, blah about my abominable behavoiur?

Sam has been very quiet about what I have been up to. Er, he's home with his family for the first time in 4 yerars, I guess it isn't that surprising.

Feed Me

Sam orders me a mango desert from where he is. There was some modest refusal initially, something about me having too much fun, but then he placed the order. 

No News, Is Good News

I told my husband, when he called and I didn't pick up. When I messaged him back. I don't want any blah, blah about my abominable behaviour, and I didn't get any. Nothing though. (It is very hard to write with a continually scratching bulldog next to you on the couch) Nothing about his trip. Nothing.

Oh yes, the silent treatment is generally when he is furious. traditionally. He is expert at the silent treatment.

This is not silent treatment, he is messaging. He's still in his father's village. He's still got to do the 2 hour scooter ride back, yet. Father, bonding moment. Ugh. Just tell me when you have done it.

There Will Be Blah, Blah, Blah...

Sam called three, or four times. Trouble was, he face timed me, he never picked it, though. Thought I'd got away with it. Then he Facetimed me back again, and he was on to me. The accusations came thick and fast. It was late then, I was listening to music. I wasn't trying to hide it, or anything, not really. So, I told him I was going to bed. And I went to bed.

Last, I've heard.

Mr Perfect will be Mr Cranky.

Rainy Day In Fitzroy

It rained all day, constant rain

I got through work. I think unscathed. Who'd have thought that. All things considered.