Unfortunately S's chicken soup and the overnight cold and flu tablets did not work as well as hoped, and I finally dragged myself out of bed at 9 this morning (not counting 6am when I was up doing the cat insulin shots and opening doors to let them out and in - and taking off Pearl's nightie - it was cold again last night) because we were going in to Ferry Road for breakfast.
We weren't the only ones with that idea - what else you do on a cold, wet and rainy morning but go out? We were a bit stunned to find a parking spot right at the door of the Markets - which was good because my umbrella was still at Latimers, out the back in the office area, where it has been for a while. Also still at home, as we found out when we were getting out of the car - S's bag - very unlike her but not a problem since I had money for bakery items and coffee! It was a bit like S and M's usual Wednesday morning except there would be no Bingo afterwards - although, as I suggested to S, it was a fair bet that even though it was a public holiday, we could probably still go to the Southport RSL and find a game in progress. But there would be no games for us today - not even Trivia. We made the call then that it would be better if I just spent the day laying low and, even though we both wanted to do Trivia, not doing it because that would mean not going out in the cold night air. I could also just go home and relax. So we put the call into F to let him know - and sent an email to the other team members - to wish them Bon Voyage (they hadn't planned to Trivia tonight as they are flying out in the morning).
We were home by lunchtime and lucky enough to be standing near the kitchen sink when the Plover parent had the chick out of the nest. It is so tiny - a miniature version of the big bird! We could only see the one though. Do Plovers become more or less territorial after the egg has hatched? We'll find out on the next Pearl walk! I can't imagine how difficult it is for them out there in the rain and how they manage to keep the egg warm enough to hatch since their nest is on the ground. Nature does find a way though - because there is at least one chick.
Julia Gillard is on Q&A this evening but by that stage I hope to be well and truly bundled up in bed. Oops too late - here she is now - and she's the only one with Tony Jones on the panel this evening. It will be interesting to see if she does give Answers to the Questions asked, or whether she will do “Think on your Feet” techniques where she appears to be answering the question but isn't actually. Tink seems to be enjoying it - at least she's awake now and no longer snoring. Beazley and Maggie - who you think would be interested in politics given their namesakes - have gone out again - although they have both promised to come back in when S calls lockdown a bit later. Hopefully there are trustworthy.
MasterChef continues and we have been reading very funny and sometimes incredibly insightful recaps of the Sunday night action in The Sydney Morning Herald on a Monday. Unfortunately Justice was not preserved tonight and one of the better cooks was eliminated in favour of "Andrew" (not sure why he's called “Andrew” - maybe that's not his real name, just what they’re calling him on the show and in the SMH recaps). We hate it when that happens!
I think Pearl is missing M a lot - especially when we arrived home yesterday in the BMW after the Markets. She raced over to the car all excited and then did a doubletake when I hopped out the driver's side (yes, that's me Pearl, chopped liver!) and she pushed past me to get to M who wasn't there. No doubt it’s very confusing for her. She is still sleeping in our room; Maggie is still sleeping in the towel cupboard; Beazley on Pearl's other bed, and Tink takes up various positions - either on the back of the recliner or on the couch where S isn't as she seems to have grown tired of the bed down the back.
No comments:
Post a Comment