WHAT A DRIP!

SUNDAY 20th MARCH

  I was woken up about 7.30am by the sounds of Pav and Rob leaving - surely the pubs weren't open at that hour, I thought.  Jenny moved around the L-shaped settee, gave me a lick and curled up next to me.  I kind of dropped off only to be awakened by the sounds of Maria's daughter coming down from the grandparents' house and deciding she wanted to play in this one.  An electronic piano produced some pretty discordant sounds in the hands of the 3 year old!  I moved into the upright position and kept my eyes closed but there was too much going on to get back to sleep properly.  Rob and Pav returned about 10.30am having been to a couple of jobs, and Pav had had Robert working on one of them.  The rain hadn't stopped all morning and the sound of it drumming down also didn't help in getting back to sleep.

  We moved on to Eastwood where Robert left me, saying he needed to go to Carlingford to see Jane to discuss some matters.  He dropped me off in Eastwood and I told him I would go to Bo Jo's for breakfast and wait for him there.  I got through breakfast and the whole of the Sunday edition of the Telegraph but still there was no sign of Robert.  I tried phoning but just got his voicemail, where I told him I was still waiting at Bo Jo's.  I eventually got a text message back saying "Try Again".  I phoned again but the call went straight to voicemail.  This time I told him I was in need of a toilet and would be away from the cafe for about 10 minutes.  Upon getting back I tried phoning again, but the call just went dead.  I tried Jane's home number and mobile with the same results.  I stood on the road in the vicinity of Bo Jo's hiding from the rain under the canopies.  Robert ultimately turned up.  His voicemail is not set up so the messages come through as text messages interpreted from the voice message you leave.  His first one said that I was at the casino, and the second one made no sense whatsoever.

  We drove back to Oakhurst in the pouring rain.  Jeanette was out with the boys at a market to which I was going to go to to look for a fleece jacket for New Zealand and possibly a new suitcase, but we got back to late, in fact she returned not long after us.  She had bought Reilly a new bed, following the destruction of the sleeping matress I had bought him.  He seemed quite taken with his new sleeping accomodation!

 So instead we went to Mount Druitt shopping centre, where I found some towels, and had a banana milkshake, and bought a new voucher for the mobile, before returning home.  I must say I started feeling quite tired by dinner time and adjourned to bed by 9.00pm.  I was woken up about 11.15pm by a sound that I couldn't place at first, but then realised it was Skype.  It turned out to be Mark, who couldn't understand what I was doing asleep at that time of night!  It took me quite a while to get back off to sleep after that!