Nigella …

I don’t often get the chance to play Spotto except when there’s a yellow can on television – so how lucky was I today to see a yellow car in our driveway? Okay, it was “in uniform” and some people (am I looking at you Aunty M?) would say that under the international Spotto rules, “uniforms” aren’t allowed. I’m not playing by those “rules”.

So why was there a yellow car in our driveway? And good on those people who drove by in the red car and waved and called out “Spotto”. Andy, the RACQ guy, laughed. M Kaz laughed. I laughed.

I was surprised M Kaz didn’t mind that the 12V battery in Ravi had gone completely flat. She found out when she went to go off to do some errands – looking at the specials at Aldi, getting some fresh bread, and getting some heavy-duty painkillers from the pharmacy for M Sooz who is experiencing “bone aches” from the medication she is taking to promote growth of her white blood cells after her chemotherapy.   It happens in the bone marrow – hence the “bone ache”. Hopefully it settles down for her. In the meantime, I am being careful to not go near M Sooz’s legs while she’s in bed just in case she wants to move them around.

I do want to sleep with the Mummies though because it is getting quite cool at night – and during the day. We had the coldest morning so far this year the other day.

But back to Ravi. Luckily Andy had a suitable replacement battery on board and he had it swapped out in a few minutes. M Kaz was ecstatic – because it wasn’t the hybrid battery that was kaput – and that the 12V battery had gone kaput in Jannie’s driveway and not in an underground car park or when they were stopped at the  Hastings Point lookout on their way to Lismore last week.

M Kaz has been taking lots of photos of me this week – but none of me eating the cookies that Aunty M brought over the other day. I guess it’s okay that M Sooz had the lion’s share of them because she isn’t well.

The sun shines nicely into the Outback but I think the Mummies are going to have to arrange my sleeping places a bit better – my legs were hanging over today.  At least I am able to stay upright on my legs – not like M Sooz who had a fall the other night. M Kaz and Aunty Wendy were both here at the time and were able to make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt – no broken or fractured bones – although she was a little dented and bleeding on the face. She’s had some pain since then (she really cannot take a trick at the moment) but the bruises aren’t quite as vivid now. Hopefully I won’t come home with any bruises after M Kaz takes me to the vet tomorrow. Hmmm .. I wonder if she will be able to find me in time for the appointment (bwa ha ha – stay tuned).

Oops, almost forgot.  Happy Anniversary to the Mummies!

The Mummies were gone there for a minute but they are back now. I was in good hands while they were off gallivanting though because Aunty W came to stay with me – and with them because she is still here – sharing my bed and making sure I do not escape. (Darn!)

So where did those Mummies go? It seems it is on a need-to-know basis and I don’t really need to know but judging from M Kaz’s social medias there were whales, cup cakes, birds, bees and trees. Just your usual Wednesday and Thursday. They went to Lismore to see Aunty Janet and while they were originally planning to have a couple of nights away while M Sooz was between treatments, they decided just the one night away would be better. Of course, that decision may or may not have been influenced by how many of her delicious cookies Aunty M dropped in to them on Tuesday afternoon to make sure they had sustenance for the trip. No-one was more surprised than M Sooz that some did make it home with them although – not that there are many left now. They have been feasting on them since they arrived home on Thursday – and Aunty W has been enjoying them too. No-one has thought to offer me one though. That’s okay. I’ll keep making do with the second-tier cat food M Kaz is insisting on feeding me at the moment. She knows I prefer Applaws but that isn’t making an appearance in my bowl of late.

It is still cold here and getting colder. Thank goodness for being able to share the beds with the Mummies and Aunty Wendy. Aunty Wendy has a lovely blue puffy vest that she loves me sleeping in and on. I love it too.

It will be interesting to see if M Sooz decides to have her head shaved tomorrow or later in the week. She starts her chemotherapy on Monday and there’s a very good chance that she will lose her hair. Rather than waking up one morning and finding her hair on the pillow (rather than mine), it’s been suggested she have it zhigged off before that happens. She looks good without hair. Not like those cats Aunty M was showing them at breakfast this morning. They were bald too but they don’t wear it as well as M Sooz does.

M Kaz went to see ‘Disclosure Day’ at the movies with Aunty M yesterday. I know that because as soon as she arrived home she told M Sooz – and me – about it. There were animals in it – a moose, a fox and a racoon and some birds – red ones – not surprising given Steven Spielberg’s role with the movie – he directed and produced it and the script was based on a story he wrote. It wasn’t just the cardinals (birds) that were red – there were also red dresses in Margaret Fairchild’s wardrobe and M Kaz said that reminded her of the red coat the little girl wore in ‘Schindler’s List’ (another Spielberg film). The good news is that she finally stopped talking about it and went off to make notes about some small issues she thought were problems with the plot line. How far can you drag a car under a train without it disintergrating with the force/pressure of impact/friction with the tracks? Used to be M Kaz could just go to a movie and enjoy it for what it was – without wanting to pull it apart – and we know she loves films by ‘the dinosaur man’.

It has been cold here – M Kaz has stored away her shorts until it gets a bit warmer and both she and M Sooz are wearing ‘trackie dacks’ now. That’s what they’re calling them and I admit I had to look them up to find out what they are (besides long almost furry pants):
From the interweb:  The “dacks” portion of the word stems from a popular 1930s British trouser brand called DAKS (originally a portmanteau of “dad” and “slacks”). Over the generations, it integrated into Aussie vernacular to describe pants in general.
Who knew?

I have been sleeping most nights in with the Mummies on their bed – snuggling up next to M Kaz’s legs. I know she says I take up a lot of room but I don’t think she knows what she’s talking about. I had her take a photo of where I was in the bed this morning when she got up – I had been sleeping peacefully on her legs just before then. Two inches of room is surely enough for anybody!!!

We have had a little rain here too and one of my Toady friends was out in the front yard the other morning when M Kaz was going off to the water to take photographs of the sun getting up and a bird with a branch. It was fun to watch how high M Kaz jumped when she almost walked into Toady.

Happy Birthday M Sooz! Who knew you could get to be soooooo old? But it’s good to have birthdays so you can celebrate and so other people can celebrate with you too. And I know that’s what you were doing yesterday with Aunty M and M Kaz. I’m not sure where you were or what it was that you had to eat … seriously, I couldn’t tell what flavours there were on your breaths! I think I heard M Kaz talking about a ‘Macaron, smoked salmon, black garlic’ and a ‘Strawberry and champagne choux’ and some strange ‘flat, flaky’ scones – which all seemed a bit outside of the Mummies comfort zone – but I think that’s what Signature High Tea is all about. And it was a ‘high’ tea – they were on the 5th floor of the HOTA gallery at The Exhibitionist Bar. They all had a good time and they are still talking about their server, Chantelle, with her black hair and its different styling and her very very pale complexion. And they were talking about the view back over Surfers Paradise and the Gold Coast.