Dear friends, I really think
that it has reached high time
I stopped subjecting all of you
to Really Awful Rhyme,
But so my latest doings, now,
that everyone still knows,
I will present them in the form
of Truly Ghastly Prose!
Today it was a matter of getting up early for Grandparents’ Day at Junior Primary. Not early enough, unfortunately. By the time we got there, only ten minutes late, J and her class, as well as the rest, had already delivered their rhymes. Oh well, we then repaired to one of the fields for a picnic. We had taken our fold-up table and seats in preparation, so sat in state while ordinary mortals were subjected to a state of grovelling on the grass.
Having fully fed our faces, it was off to KZNSA for an 80th birthday party for the Past President of Durban and Coast Horticultural Society of many years. More eats and drinks were guzzled.
I left solo from this entertainment to go for the next medical appointment, but was on my way when I realised that I had failed to consult my diary in the morning as to what was next, so didn’t have a clue. I had an idea it was at Parklands Hospital again, so went in that direction, but took an unfamiliar route and got lost. By the time I found myself again I was in a tizzy.
I came to the conclusion that it had to be for a drip at the Oncologist, but they said no, that was next week. At that, my brain switched off. They helpfully phoned all the doctors I could think of to no avail, so I tried to phone Much Better Half and her sister, to whose home she and J had now gone. Answering service every time.
Finally, she did ring back and reminded me that what I had set off to attend was the eighth of my ten daily radio treatments. How on earth had that gone from my mind? Apparently some woolly-headedness (without beanie) is typical of the treatments. I do hope that’s all it is, and that I am not going ga-ga.
Not much time remained for me at home before I had to take J to her swimming lesson again. Before it, she put in some really good keyboard practice. One piece truly nailed from memory.
I must have recovered my faculties, because I was able to correct MBH on dodgy maths advice given to R just before I left.
J swam extremely well.
The latest two generations of ferals are bonding, as may be seen. Isn’t that cute?