David Is Home

David calls me, he is back from traipsing around LA, Austria, London, for a birthday party, working in Switzerland with his sycophants, home via New York and shows on Broadway. (His yearly trip OS)

"I was exhausted," he said.

"Well, you did quite a bit," I said.

"I've just slept for 28 hours."

"Well you are famous for that, luv."

"I didn't wake at all."

"Not to eat?"

"Not to eat."

"You are famous for eating, too, let's face it."

"Well, speaking of which, I'm now going to have some food, pop two valium and head back to bed."

"You know if you laid off the pills…"

"There you go, talking about things you know nothing…"

"How many prescription pills do you take every day?"

"You have no idea what you are talking about."

"Seriously?"

"Good night."

It was the middle of the afternoon.

It was such a perfect day weatherise.

The electrician came and put up the new light fitting in Charlie's room. He's so nice my electrician, but he does like a chat. He told me I needed to re-wire my circuit breaker box (is that what it is called?) because I have no safety switches. He didn't understand why he'd never told me before. He booked it in for next Thursday. A couple of grand, apparently. Yay! 👍

Sam went back to work after the electrician had gone. (you know, upstairs)

I headed out into the perfect day with Otto for a walk. It really was a glorious day. We came home via the dog park where I let Otto off his lead to get him used to other dogs without Brun by his side. There were no other dogs in the dog park, yet again.

Friday Home With My Favourite Human

Sam took one of his rare sickies, and it felt like Saturday all day with him being here. So, he was here to organise me about the stuff we need to do around the house. I rode my bike over to the heritage house supplies shop to get a brass plug and a brass switch to replace the two broken ones we have at home.

Before I left I had a shower and got myself ready. I took the bandage off my toe for the first time, after a couple of days of it being on, and it was a gruesome ordeal, with the gauze stuck to whatever it is you call what you have under you toenail, exposed on mine due to my shattered nail. And it hurt.

After that, my toe continued to hurt, for the rest of the day. Walking was a bit of a struggle but, surprisingly, it was okay riding my bike.

I got the info on the plugs & switches, after which, I hobbled around a couple of opshops, before I peddled home.

It was a really, lovely sunny day in which to be out riding, so that was nice and, as I said, my toe didn't hurt while I was on my bike.

I came home and uploaded the CDs I bought to iTunes, and I uploaded the movies I bought to iMovies, well, my own iMovies, movie collection.

I spent the rest of the day on YouTube, foot elevated.

A gay buddy, who wants to come and stay for a while, came over to see how Otto reacted to him being here. Otto can be a bit protective about the house and visitors. I'm pretty sure he wants to come get a bit of 'gay action', my buddy, not Otto, in the inner suburbs. So, we'll see.

Sam took Otto for a walk, as I didn't feel like struggling to walk to do that.

Why So Cold?

Brrrr! Why is it so cold, all of a sudden? What happened to the warmer weather? Oh, yes, I know, it is going to be 27 degrees on Sunday, but that doesn't warm us up today. I reckon it is colder these last few days than it ever was during winter. And, I don't really even feel the cold, and I feel frozen.

You really need to stick your hands down your boyfriend's pants to warm them up. Chuckle.

A bit broke off my tooth 2 days ago and now I have a dentist appointment this afternoon. What a day to be going to the dentist. I hope it warms up by then. Nobody wants to go to the dentist on a cold day.

I got my tooth filled. You know, I find those contoured dentist chairs so comfortable, I can almost doze off while the dentist is filling my tooth. And I don't mind a man having his fingers in my mouth either. 😀

Going For A Walk In The Rain

Last night, going to bed I stubbed my toe on the top step of the steps upstairs. It hurt, but I didn't really think anything about it. I went on to brush my teeth and then I went and sat on the bed and wrote some of my journal. The next thing Sam‘s in the bathroom and he says, "what the hell’s been going on in here?" 

I reply, "what are you talking about?"

He then he asks if I’m bleeding?

"No," I say. Then I looked down at my toe, which is covered in blood and bleeding everywhere. I’d shattered the very tip of my toenail and I'd left blood all over the bathroom floor. So I head downstairs to patch it up, but Sam comes down and he does it for me, wrapping it up in gauze and medical tape.

So, I have a sore toe today.

Sam went to the office today. Charlie left the house early. So it was just me and Otto working all day. I’ve had so little work to do for work these last couple of days it’s been very strange, so I’ve been writing posts for my historic blogs from my old journals.

2pm. Otto and I go for a walk. It’s sunny and when we start off. I hobble a bit because of my injured big toe. We walk down to Johnston Street, we cross over and walk down Napier Street, when we get to the Rose Hotel the rain just buckets down. There’s no shelter there anywhere. We tried to hide in the Rose Hotel’s doorway, both me and Otto. Otto wasn’t keen about standing in the rain either, let me tell you, so he snuggled right in close to me in the doorway. But it didn’t give us much shelter and we both got saturated. The rain just kept falling on us. I desperately looked up and down the street, but there is no shelter there and we both just kept getting wet.

When it died off a bit, we headed towards Brunswick Street and we found some shelter in a new apartment build's driveway. We waited there for a bit. Then we walked to Brunswick Street, the rain still falling lightly. My toe still making itself known.

We walked up Brunswick Street, saturated in the cold breeze. My toe was kind of throbbing. Brunswick Street is the long way round but the only way to get any shelter, what little shelter there is in Brunswick Street, which isn’t much. All the time my big toe is throbbing from the walking and the running to get out of the rain, and the rain, and the continuing rain. When we got further up Brunswick Street the sun came out and, so at least that was a bit warming, while being wet in the breeze.

Eventually we got home, we were both soaked. I just got straight into the shower and had a shower, but I had to hold my foot out of the water as it is all bandaged up good and proper, and I didn't want to get all that wet. That wasn't easy, trying to shower with one foot stuck out of the water, while you balance on one foot. I put on clean clothes, the one nice thing about getting caught in a down pour. 

I towelled Otto off. He had a bath on Sunday so he smells lovely anyway. 

What a day to have a busted toe.

My Day In The Office

I'm off to the office today. I have got out of it for the last few weeks, but, I guess, I have to make an appearance occasionally, as stupid as that is.

I was going to pull a sickie today, I still have it in the back of my mind, despite it being 15 minutes before I leave. But? Nah.

It's the first Monday back with Boris, so, I guess I should go. Grrrr. I so don't want to.

I have been constipated for days, not really sure why, but the thought of going to the office today fixed that. Haha.

The Big Poo has been on holidays, I'm wondering if he still is this week? Dunno. 

I guess I have to go. Sad face.

It’s still nice leaving early, 6am, as the day begins, being out in it, even if it is lighter now as I leave the house. I do like being up early and getting going early, it’s the best part of the day.

6:26am.  Swanston Street.

A guy gets on and immediately takes out his contact lenses. Er? That’s not something you see every day, it was like a scene out of Doctor Who, if there had been slurping and sucking noises, I wouldn’t have been surprised. If he looked up and had no eyes at all, well, ah…

6:29am. William Street.

Adorable 20 year old blond window cleaning boy in really tight black jeans, is a good look when he bends over to pick up his bucket. An offer too good to refuse.

6:30am. I’m in the office.

I have no emails, that’s weird, and a first? What’s going on, I wonder?

I head to the kitchen for coffee. The coffee machine isn’t up and running. I go up to the 26th floor to see if their coffee machine is working, but no.

I come back down to our floor and I play drums on the blank coffee machine screen, and it fires up.

I have to wait half an hour while the damn thing warms up. I read all the news papers, and eat 3 chocolate biscuits, while that happens.

7:05am. I’m back at my desk with a coffee.

Now, about these emails. Nope. None. That is a first. And I suspect a problem.

The big Poo is away, probably doing a triathlon across the Himalayas, knowing him. The Midget wasn't in the office. Boris wasn't in the office. So, I packed up and went home at 10.30am.

A Gorgeous Sunny Day

It is almost like summer, today, 25 degrees. It is the first time we have felt summer in the air since winter. Lovely. Really nice. We went out for lunch, that was nice too.

Sam is asleep on the big couch.

Milo is asleep in my lap, making it difficult to write this. And, you know, cats are all that accomodating, not moving.

What to Write?

 

I can't think of anything to write today, we didn't do much. I did come across this photo, though, so let's just look at him. Winner of Big Brother some years ago, Ryan.