Gosh, that's detailed, Bill! I doubt I'll remember that much detail now (it's 6pm on Friday here), but will try.
Got up at about 8.30am (give me a break, I'm still affected by poisonous substances), came downstairs behind darling daughter who muttered "hello" and after she'd made her sandwich for lunch, "goodbye" as she went out the door. There was nothing in between. I poured juice, put the kettle on for coffee and got out the Sultanas 'n Bran to discover that the old man had left me the dross at the bottom of the container. Hate that, so it went in the bin. Powered up the laptop and sat down to enjoy my fresh, crispy cereal with a spoonful of wheatgerm and a sliced banana on top.
Somehow I was still sitting at the table two hours later - there seemed to be a lot going on in cyber land, what with emails, Facebook, Twitter, Beau Peep, etc, etc. We were also throttled while I was downloading some updates, so everything was going very slowly. Don't know how you cope with dial-up, Diane. Not happy with darling son for downloading too much stuff - we still have a week to go till we get back to normal speed.
Not very nice, gray, wet day here in old Sydney town, so after I'd had a shower and got cleaned up and had a bit of lunch, hubby and I decided to go on an outing. Where to go? I preferred the mall, given the state of the weather, but didn't fancy trailing round the shops with a whinging hubby hanging on. In the event, we split up and hubby, I suspect, went looking for Mother's Day gifts for me, while I went off looking for shoes and tops ... totally hopeless. Nobody had the shoes I wanted. Tried on a couple of tops and discovered why it's a good idea not to pull things on and off over your head while wearing a wig. Managed to put the wrong body bits in the wrong place in one top and when I finally managed to get it off, said wig ended up flying off onto the floor - not very dignified. Lucky we don't have communal dressing rooms here. Had enough, so headed off in the direction of coffee, to find hubby with his in front of hiim, waiting patiently, or so it seemed.
Had coffee, got bread and fruit, uneventful drive home where nothing much else has happened. A friend phoned, which is why this isn't posted yet, Son came home with some Indian takeaway which he and hubby ate and I'm about to cook myself an omelette. I don't expect anything exciting will happen for the rest of the evening. No wild night out for me. More like sitting in front of the telly knitting. Hope hubby's team are not playing tonight - I can only take so much football (rugby league). If anything does eventuate, will add later.
You can wake up now. Can't imagine that yours will be any more boring, Roger.
