Me, a brightly dressed fat middle-aged person, grinning widely while riding a small, folding mobility scooter. The evening sun is catching my pink hair and making it look like a halo.
I took the scooter for a turn around the botanic gardens and it was awesome to be out without being distracted by pain. Biggest challenge was keeping myself to a speed J could keep up with 🏁😄
I was wondering why my bicep was suddenly sore. Guess that’s the immunity booting up.
The loveliest thing today - when I gave Mum a goodbye hug she kissed my cheek! That’s not something I thought would ever happen again.
Noooo!
A tabby cat lies on her side in a sunbeam falling across a carpeted floor. She has a paw over one eye and there is a patch of gingery fur glowing on her tummy.
A baby in a sunbeam
New Covid boosters installed, and they’ve booked us in for flu shots as soon as they’re available.
Flying the young folks down for Easter is costing us twice what we’d often pay. As J just said, it’s a jolly good thing we like them.
Please to online clothing retailers - have at least one shot where the model’s hair doesn’t obscure the neck and shoulders of the garment. Also please show the waist of skirts/pants and show shirts untucked as well as tucked in no matter how you intend those things to be worn.
Well, fuck!
Let’s just destroy the rest of our waterways.
My dust allergies and chronic fatigue outweigh the possibility of AI knowing exactly how long that towel has been on the bathroom floor.
That’s my gut feeling and what I’ve advised
That’s definitely more valuable than whatever else they might have been doing.
C has had to sit through more than one online presentation about joining the military (a thing he is intensely morally opposed to).
That’s definitely more valuable than whatever else they might have been doing.
C has had to sit through more than one online presentation about joining the military (a thing he is intensely morally opposed to).
…And you can’t mentor people into fucking ghost jobs anyway!
F has something from MSD about doing some job seekers coaching program. It starts of saying it’s an invitation and ends with dire warnings about obligations, so it’s not really clear how optional it is. On paper it looks potentially helpful, but I’ll bet it’ll be poorly delivered….
Woken this morning by an alarm that I’d thought was turned off, but apparently I’ve just been sleeping through for months. May have yelled at poor J quite a bit before I achieved rationality. Am not so much a person as an ambulant cloud of yawns and shame.
The updates we get from two different rest homes are written in near identical, slightly florid, style. I can’t decide if it’s AI or how aged care workers (maybe from non-English speaking backgrounds) are taught to write.
Perfect
Also I was once very successfully picked up by a guy who said to me “Is this guy boring you? Come and talk to me, I’m from another planet.”
I discovered it in 3rd form. My friend and I would try to outdo each other with how far through the opening we could get quoting from memory. I had the tapes of the radio play out of the school library for most of a couple of years and would fall asleep to them.
I have begun to embrace shower stool life and it’s a game changer. Also I’m quite sedentary and my house has good aircon so I can get away with showering less than daily.
That sucks. Some people really are miserable arseholes.
Having ordered the wrong size non-returnable frame, we are now in urgent need of a 16x24 inch poster/print/artwork.
Congratulations
Possibly the biggest lie I tell myself is that if I go to bed with a headache I will surely sleep it off.
Argh! Sent C some housewarming chocolate and apparently it all melted on his doorstep. I don’t think Wellington has relocated to the tropics recently.
I swear the only reason I still own a laptop is that yeeting it out a ground floor window would not smash it comprehensively enough.
That looks lovely. Do you know what their vegetarian/vegan options are like?
Ooooh errr!
