One word

There is one word for yesterday: a palaver.

Actually that’s two words, but you get my drift.

I raced into the city to finalise my big work project (more about that once its official), then dashed out of work at 5pm and threw myself on a bus home to grab my bags, take the dogs out for a week and catch another two buses to DD’s place.

Why?

I have a physio appointment today up DD’s way for my sore hip. But I forgot that the youngest has absconded with my car on a camping trip.

I had already cancelled the appointment once, so I felt morally obliged to attend. Oh, and my hip could do with some attention.

Heading to DD’s the night before the appointment had always been the plan – I’d purchased all the ingredients to make him Szchecuan noodles for dinner after his Warrior workout.

Plus it meant I could pop down to the appointment in my lunch break.

So I asked the eldest to dog sit and pack-horsed myself with my computer bag, handbag, overnight bag and cooler bag and hauled them to the bus stop.

There were no empty seats when I got on the bus. Everyone studiously pretended they hadn’t seen me so it was hard yakka juggling all my stuff. Geez my back was hurting.

I was particularly annoyed with the bloke manspreading across two seats with nothing but a mobile phone on his person. FFS.

Chivalry is dead.

RIP.

I switched buses at Mona Vale, then got off at the stop closest to DD’s place and staggered a few blocks through the drizzle, let myself in, dumped all my bags and started cooking dinner.

Yep, a palaver.

Anyhoo it was lovely to see DD even though the journey to get there sucked slightly.

Bring on the weekend.

Actually that will be a mad whirl too.

Ah well. Such is my life!

Song of the day: Paula Abdul “Rush, rush”