I’m sure those Mummies keep secrets from me. Both of them were out of the house before 6am this morning and that hasn’t happened for so long I couldn’t actually tell you. M Kaz does it most mornings – taking her camera with her – but today it was both of them but there was no camera – there was an overnight bag for just M Sooz. Something is definitely up – especially since Aunty M popped over to see the Mummies yesterday afternoon as well. Hmmmm. The note on the new/revised/improved/bigger whiteboard may have something to do with it – WED 25 MAR – SOOZ TO HOSPITAL. What the …? She was only there a couple of weeks ago. Now, to be fair, M Sooz has been a bit off-colour for a while now and even the brain surgery last year didn’t help. Wait … it wasn’t actually brain surgery – it was a thalamotomy to help with her essential tremor – and that worked – and she didn’t seem to mind that they shaved her head for that. It did grow back – not as curly though. From what I can gather – with all the talk of ‘what happens with all the air’ (they will pump into her) she is having a Laparoscopic (that’s a big word) operation to take bits of her out and look at other bits to make sure the nasty she has hasn’t spread. Paws definitely crossed here!
Meanwhile … who knew M Kaz knew so many bad words? Yes, yes, we all know she has ‘Motoring Tourettes’ where any number of combinations of swear words spew out of her mouth whenever another driver does something to displease her – but she has started cussing about costs around the house. She has had a quote for fixing the stormwater drain running from the house down to the street so they can hopefully get rid of the wading pool that develops in the front courtyard when they have heavy and protracted rain fall. I know she is getting quotes because I watched the plumber futzing around with the camera on a pipe when he put it up the drain and then showed M Kaz the splits, the tree roots (small-ish she thought but she’s not a plumber) and a squashed bit too. I heard her joke – before she was told the price – that it might be cheaper to move. The plumber said nothing – and then he came back with a cost of $22,000-odd to basically replace the drain and put in a pit near the house to collect the (wading pool) water. She is getting another quote – maybe a couple.
She didn’t cuss nearly as much when the electrician gave her a price for putting in three more smoke detectors so Jannie meets the fire code regulations. And she certainly hasn’t been cussing with the new powerpoint the electrician put into the kitchen – above the bench. It means she can now cook (ha ha – yes, that’s what she calls it) in the kitchen without wearing shoes – she needed the extra height to be able to reach across the bench into the counter where the original powerpoint was positioned.
Come to think of it, she’s also really happy with the new taps in the bathroom (future proof ones – where you just move them back and forth to use them not turn them – or overturn them as M Kaz was guilty of) and her new birthday printer!
Am I as happy with my new box? I probably would have been but it came at an enormous cost! My favourite box has been removed and as we speak it is crying in the recycling bin – calling out to me to rescue it. It’s a hard life sometimes especially as I’m not allowed out the front!
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