Friday 2 March 2012: Two Cups of Tea
.... Not to be confused with Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson, which is still waiting on the bookshelf in Bahrain for me to read.
Oh help! 11.55pm and she realises that she's forgotten to take a blipfoto, what can it be? The two newly-acquired teacups with matching saucers and plates will have to do - camera battery dies after half a dozen shots, by the time it's changed it's past midnight.
But actually, two cups of tea is quite fitting for today (well, two cups of coffee would have been more accurate: a Long Black and a Cappuccino, but the symbolism is the same). Today was also my mother's 75th birthday - it would have been lovely to have shared a cup of tea with her - and she does appreciate fine china! - but she is half a world away in Scotland, so Skype will have to do.
Went along to the doctor's surgery again at 10.40am. Today is the right day..... time ticks by and no sign of relative again. The lady with the 11am appointment turns up and I begin to feel uneasy and then, just before 11am, I see her car swing into the car park. A lengthy discussion with the doctor ensues and some decisions are made: various tests including a CT scan must be performed and then a follow-up appointment to discuss all the results with the doctor, once he returns from his ski-ing holiday in Canada.
In the meantime, there are some things to think about, including making life more organised by writing daily lists; keeping a whiteboard in the kitchen to jot down important notes; and keeping memory function busy with puzzles such as crosswords or Sudoku. After all of this it seemed like a nice idea to have some lunch, so we crossed the road and had what turned out to be two cups of coffee and cake in the cafe at The Suter, admiring the Centennial Oaks outside the windows as we did so. The dog had been diligently Guarding the Car for quite a long time, so afterwards we took her out and gave her a walk around the Queen's Gardens - she is really a country dog and not used to being walked on a lead, which was interesting. The lead was imperative however, as she is Very Interested In Ducks, of which there are many in the river that winds through the gardens!
Weather has been miserable today. This evening, Immy asked if we could go to the cinema to see The Artist. I had not been very aware of this film until hearing that it had swept the boards at the Oscars a few days ago, but Immy knew all about it. It was a lovely film - in true B&W, Silent Movie tradition. We both enjoyed it very much and Immy must have been the youngest person in the theatre by at least 30 years, if not more! It was raining steadily when we came out of the cinema and the streets were deserted apart from the odd seagull and a vague whiff of fish & chips on the chilly wind. I had the oddest feeling of having been transported back in time and across the world to the small, West Highland town in Scotland where I spent my teens and early 20s!
There is a storm forecast for tonight. Apparently a band of low pressure and gale-force winds are heading our way across the Tasman as I speak, due to strike from 3am onwards. The thermometer outside is already at 10 degrees and I'm huddled up in winter woollies. Brrrr!