At the Medical Centre with a relative, who wanted support, & company for the wait, which is often over 2 hours. We had gone away, -on advice- only to be informed on our return, that "Your name came out. You are now at the back of the queue!" Nastily told.
A very well dressed, well coiffed, elderly woman, wearing makeup, & well..., to be honest, literally Reeking of Money, comes to sit next to us. We see a Taxi pull up outside the entrance to the Centre, then a grill & partial front of a cream car. Up gets Elegant Ms R of M, & totters on her expensive shoes, out the door. Not to the cab.
No, to the cream fronted car. Out leaps the driver, very neat & swish. He opens a back door, we cannot see. Next thing, he moves forward, opens the front passenger door.
Elegant Ms R of M, climbs into the front seat...... of what turns out to be an ENORMOUS, s- t- r- e- t- c- h limousine!! It took a 4 point turn to get the wretched thing around the turn to leave the pickup area.
We were left to ponder why someone who obviously had money to spare, would come to a humble suburb, to attend a Bulk Billing -ie, free, Medical Centre??
My son suggested that may be why she was Ms R of M?
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Scene Two.
Son is a smoker, and since it is now illegal for smokers to be indoors in Pubs & Clubs most have provided outdoor seating areas for the wretched addicted.
Son is sitting quietly puffing. Large, loud, woman is on her mobile phone at the next table. He described her as being of the sort one would gnaw off one's own arm to escape from. Overweight, loud & aging gracelessly.
Conversation goes like this.
"Oh Hi! Hi it's me, yeah, I'm at the Club. Yeah.
You know whathisname? Yeah, Yeah, well apparently I slept with him the other night! I was p!ssed outa my brain. Yeah. Woke up in the lounge naked. Yeah the kids said I was really really drunk- passed out! Yeah."
Son was flabbergasted to say the least.
As he said, why would someone boast about something like that?? In a loud voice?
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Scene Three.
Gom took the long suffering M out to lunch today. It is his birthday month, & a Club we belong to, has a free birthday meal for members.
The Restaurant is an All You Can Eat Buffet. It is really nice, with a huge variety of food, so all tastes are catered for.
It seemed to be Ferals Day Out today.
I watched as a family of what I assumed were the parents, with two teenage girls & one 9 year old son, entered to do the
Who ever knew that one 9 year old boy could drink 8 huge glasses of soft drink?? As I watched him gallop from table to drinks machine I began counting.
Being a buffet it is all help yourself. And help yourself again, and again, and again!
It is not nice to watch a girl pick her nose, knowing she is not going to wash her hands, & she is going to be handling the utensils for dishing up the food, that I will have to also handle, if I want any of the dishes she has chosen.
Another family of Ferals. Two skinny girls. Running (Why?) to the sweets, again & again. I wonder if they will remain thin. I note the mother appears very thin, so they might have thin genes. Or maybe they only dine once a day.
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A family member has been very ill with a stomach bug, which is apparently currently making life miserable for many. Another family member also got it. Of course, no matter how careful you are, it is not always possible to stop the spread of such things. Particularly if the first sufferer is in the incubation stage, without knowing he/she has been afflicted.
Hopefully it has gone, with no other members getting infected.
Explains why I am somewhat nervous of eating where contamination can occur.
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Scene Four
Honey was very unwell. Vet visit. Wallet thinned. Antibiotics prescribed.
Wont go into details, nothing life threatening, but also nothing one wants to think about really. At least it was not eating anything inappropriate, like her brother.
She is well on the mend. She is her happy self again. We are told a further wallet lightening visit is needed.Leo the Lad himself. The only thing he needs is a good grooming. He hates being brushed, clipped, or otherwise prettied up!
