There’s no room for a car in my garage – it’s too full of memories.
There are kids’ party decorations, folders of school art creations, knickknacks from my grandmother’s house, and a huge box of photos dating back to my great grandmother’s youth.
As I was ratting around in the box on Wednesday night, looking for a photograph of myself with my nephew as a bubba, I stumbled across a few snapshots that swept me back in time.
I put them into a little memory pile and brought them back into the house.
And I thought I’d share them with you.
My box of photographs is very, very big, so there must be heaps of other treasures in it, these were just from the top layer. They’re a random bunch.
Click on the gallery for explanations of each one.
Ooooooh, I feel so sentimental looking at some of them.
Speaking of sentimental, this is a photo of the donuts I missed at work yesterday.
They were sent to me by Cellarmasters to celebrate their new rosé wine subscription. The rest of the team scoffed them in my absence.
I missed out because I was taking the youngest to the doctor for some advice on her pus-laced tonsils.
That was a huge waste of $80 as the doctor said they don’t do anything about pus-laced tonsils these days, they just hope they clear up of their own accord.
In a desperate attempt to get my money’s worth, I launched into a wail about the youngest’s crappy immune system and my inability to get her allergic conjunctivitis under control.
The doctor had nothing of use to say about that either.
The youngest noted afterwards that I sounded like I was going to cry as I desperately listed the specialists I’ve been to see: GP, dermatologist, allergist, optometrist, ear nose and throat surgeon, opthamologist …
I sounded like I was going to cry because I feel like crying about the circle we keep going around in.
The GP has given me a referral to head back to the allergist. Sigh.
It was my second deep sigh of the day. The first came when I was handed the bill for my annual shitebox Renault Captur service: $750.
To add insult to injury, they took about 25 minutes to bring the car after I paid the bloody bill. FFS.
Oooooh the fury that burns in me about that damn Renault and its damn service centre.
Although, they assure me its new gearbox computer is working like a charm.
We. Will. See.
Have a great weekend. Mine will be spent tending to my bedridden children – while their throats and heads are sore their bellies still constantly ache for smoothies and fruit salads.
Song of the day: Barbra Streisand “Memory”
Cracking up at the pic of chris evans… was that cut out of the school magazine?
Remember making the tshirts saying ‘official photographer’ & walking the cross country from finish to start to take photographs? Never had permission from the teachers, just bluffed our way OUT of actually competing to take pics of cute boys in year 12… geez, u were BORN to be an journo! Lol
I’m pretty sure I took that photo of Chris. I also have a pic of Tracy wearing one of those t-shirts
That’s so funny about being “official photographers”, love it. I went to an all-girls school so no cute year 12 boys for us but we did take a few sneaky pics of the cute 20-something gardener and maintenance staff in the last week of school lol.
I hope you get your money’s worth with the Renault service.
That’s so frustrating re the roundabout of specialists – I hope you get some answers soon.
Thanks Alex – 2019 has been quite the year