MAYBE I OUGHT NOT to be posting today. Nothing at all's going on and nothing has happened. (Probably I ought to be grateful for that.)
I've had some more dealings with the Indian woman downstairs who demanded that ambulance last week. She is very dependent on people. Needed somebody to come with her to the Social Security office, where her claim appears to be in a complete pickle. Really she wanted me to stay with her all the interminable hours it was going to take her not to get her claim sorted that day but I really couldn't do that and ten minutes later made my excuses and escaped! (I thought I'd done her enough of a favour just taking her there. And I really didn't want to go. Just thought I might do a "good Samaritan" act for once in my life...)
She keeps asking to borrow my phone "just for a minute" to ring somebody she calls "Auntie" then babbles away in what sounded to my ears like Indian Portuguese. But when she read her "Auntie" her own phone number back I realized it was some odd type of French she was speaking. Aparently she comes from Mauritius and that's the local patois, a kind of French creole.
Bashful has been running around in the daylight (because she can no longer see it's not dark and robbies have such an aversion to light. You only have to turn it on them at wheel-scurrying peak hours of the early morning and they're back in bed within ten minutes!)
My abscesses are going down. I was trying to say the other day that I've been lucky in that, with the one exception of that dreadful "barb burn" from February and two cases of cellulitis, my abscesses have all been babies. So tiny in fact that only one has ever burst through the top like they're meant to do; they just rise up red (very painful at first) then go hot and itchy and sink down, healing themselves. Mother Hubbard says it's because I eat lots of vegetables...
... which reminds me, she has the most shocking case of laryngitis. Sounds like she's got a throat full of dried cornflakes and razor-blades. My other friend Valium Marilyn's got it too, and has been really hamming up her already-powerful Cockney accent to sound extra-vulgar..(!)
Righty-ho. It's a gorgeous day. I wrote my Gran another letter last night. (She is very poorly and in a nursing home these days.) And a long weekend. But as I promised yesterday I'm going nowhere near that Notting Hill Carnival, which, apparently is indeed the second-biggest street-carnival in the world, attracting crowds of nearly a million a day two days in a row. (No wonder it feels so opporessively crowded!)
Righto then, have a lovely weekend, y'all...
Releasing the inner blinger in me - I have only just - and belatedly - realised that having grandchildren gives me a good excuse to release my inner blinger. So ... we took a trip to Homebase...
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