Wednesday

There's something to ber said for "hump day" and in my note to S and M this morning,  I drew a picture of "hump day" which was just like a little hill (or hump) and a sun (for day).  If I had been feeling really artistic (but I wasn't) I could have drawn a picture of Bingo - although I'm not quite sure how that would have looked.   It may have had something to do with the party hats we had worn at the Christmas Bingo at the Greek Church at the end of 2010,  or perhaps a big computer board with the numbers displayed,  although that could have been mistaken for Keno.   (Do the games have the same numbers?)

We almost did yard work this afternoon except that as I drove down the Motorway,  it started spitting.  I rang S to ask her if it was raining at Latimers.  No answer.  About 5 minutes later M called to say she and S were in Nerang shopping and not to hurry back to Latimers because it was raining.   I should keep doing what I was doing.  That,  of course,  was heading for Zarraffas and they said they would meet me there - which they did.   I like it when people join me for coffee because,  as well as enjoying the company,  it also means I get more points on my Z (Zarraffas) Card and get that much closer to a "free" coffee.  I just wish I was better company for them because this afternoon it was all about me or, more correctly,  all about my dissatisfaction at work.   

We left S at home (with the furries and the television) while we went off to The Big House and CSP - or it would have been that had we not decided on the way in to have something different for dinner - not in the Casino.  In the end,  after a quick stroll up and down the eatery street,  we decided on Aura - which turned out to be quite nice and accommodating.   They have a special where you get 3 tapas-type dishes of your choice  plus 4 others (surprises) for $45.   But they aren't a total surprise because they do ask if there's anything you don't want - ours were pork and seared tuna - meaning the chef had a bit of leeway although it would have been useful if he'd had some help in the kitchen!  At one point I commented that they must have only one chef and one hot plate - the dishes were taking so long to come out.  One dish would come,  we would finish that, then have to wait a short while and then the dishes would be taken and then ... and then ... after a short wait,  the next dish would approve.   Needless to say, it was a wonderful experience and I know S would love it - but it was so late by the time we left there,  it was too late for me to go to The Big House (I'm no good if I go to bed too late on a "school night").