Wednesday

It is Buddha's Birthday this week but this is not why (as S suggested) there were chanting workers in the car park when I arrived there. It was quite emotionally charged and at first there was no way of knowing why it was that the unions on the job were pre-strike - the megaphone was muffling rather than making known their demands. It turns out to be about sham contracting or perhaps equal pay - and legislation which, if followed to the strict letter of the law does not actually allow for union demands to be met ... or it could be about something quite different as sometimes things are not as they seem. I am reminded of Judge Judy's courtroom and the way she often points out that disputes about money are often about reparations for the heart.
While the unions were at their work, we were at ours, trying to make sure that subcontractors on the site are paid. Meanwhile, back at Latimers, S was home unwell. It was good though, because she had the chance to catch up with K who she hasn't seen for a while - and S told of the heartwarming reunion she witnessed between K and Pearl who haven't seen each other for a while.
M had gone off into telephone land even though it meant going off by herself. But she did have lunch with Mouse, and then after doing an errand or two managed to stop in at Zarraffas for a coffee.
She had also been shopping for a gift for M and L to thank them for the tickets to the races to see Black Caviar last weekend. Did I mention that S picked the first and second horse in the race? Both were favourites and for her $20 investment, she collected $30 - so they really were the favourites.
M and I stood outside Comedy Night tonight, but decided it was "boy humour" and you can only hear the F word so many times and still think it's funny. So, M and I saved our $10 each and came home to have an early night - which was me doing some Samagrams and falling asleep at the desk, before trying to finish this blog entry and having no luck at all. Until now.