March 27th – Fresh Farm Meats

1999:  Well spring is here, and mum can no longer say “go back to sleep it’s the middle of the night”.  No more fooling me mother.  The sun is shining and it’s as bright as day out there. “UP”.  We listened to music, watched T.V. and played.  We jumped over cushions and then hid under them (my favorite game). I walked all the way to town and back (accompanied by mum).  Then I had to sit and wait, and wait, and wait whilst mum had her hair cut.  I wasn’t too happy.  As we left the hairdressers mum apologised and said something about childcare arrangements next time.  Sorry, but I’m the one who was bored and neglected.  Aunty Eesa, Dandell and Dessica came over this afternoon and we went to the farm to see and feed the animals.  When I was on my pony ride someone stole my animal food and I was not best impressed.  I decided to take a short cut to the play area across the grass but half way there, I just stopped dead and didn’t move.  Mum came running over to me and discovered I stepped into the bog and was up to my knees in water.  Aunty Eesa found this highly amusing and said I looked like a bog monster. Oh ho, ho, very funny.  We had ice cream and played on the slide and climbing frame. And then I decided to walk into the swings.  Ouch! After tea and baths we all piled into Eesa’s camper van and headed for hers where we stayed the night.

2019: Text mum to see if could come over for tea tonight instead of tomorrow and she agreed. Bought steak for tea from the butchers under us and cooked Mum an early Mothers Day dinner.  At work today I walked into a scaffold pole with the ankle and after  dinner Zof took me to A&E (mum says she had done her stint of this) but we were back in an hour due to estimated waiting times 7 – 8 hours in all.

#butchers #meat #farms #swings #spring #hospitals #cooking #shopping #mothersday

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