This is the way the world ends

I am allergic to something. It might be coconut milk, it might be chilli, it might be stress.

No idea.

I should probably start a food diary.

The cramps kept me awake for most of Friday night, so I was a bit of a blurry basket case on Saturday.

I was also bored.

I am allergic to that as well. It makes me panic that I am wasting precious hours on this earth.

I tried to keep busy, but I was disconsolate and weary and it was a very hot day.

I walked the dogs.

I did some grocery shopping.

I cleared all the expired foodstuffs from the fridge.

I got a pedicure. Sparkly red again.

I exchanged text messages with the eldest, who has purchased a rescue cat called Wolf.

I talked to my sister on the phone after she spent three hours visiting my dad, who is rapidly losing weight, has developed a rattling cough and is very unwell.

But long stretches were spent on the sofa, doom scrolling on my phone and mournfully reciting The Hollow Men by T.S Eliot:

This is the way the world ends 
This is the way the world ends 
This is the way the world ends 
Not with a bang but a whimper.

It’s quite the harrowing poem. World wars will do that to a person.

Ironically – and unexpectedly – Saturday ended with a bang, at a pub on Parramatta Road, watching the support band for DZ Deathrays, featuring DD’s son on lead guitar.

When I chose my outfit for the evening, I was not expecting to be in a dark room watching the support band for a Brisbane dance-punk trio.

If I’d known I’d be hanging with the dance-punk crowd I wouldn’t have worn a long cream shrug and espadrilles.

I’d dressed for 40th anniversary reunion of DD’s pharmacy degree crowd, which was an more elegant affair at the Woolwich Pier Hotel.

On our way to Woolwich, DD informed me that our names were on the door for the DZ Deathrays gig, with the support band – LAHGO – hitting the stage at 9.40pm.

Did I mention I’d barely slept on Friday night?

But I made it through the reunion, got my wrist stamped at the pub door and lurked in a corner, trying to be inconspicuous while hip young things thrashed around to a song with a chorus that went something like this … “I see you girl, you can suck my dick!”

I think it was being sung in an empowering way, because the female lead singer asked all the women in the room to gather in front of the stage and chant along.

LAHGO were excellent, I reckon they’re going places (including Queensland this week on tour). I can’t say the same about DZ Deathrays because I was in bed when they came on. But they’re playing in Germany later this year, so they must be good.

How was your weekend?

Song of the day: LAHGO “Changing”