whybother?

Oh my God, the pain! We went out last night, as planned, and it was terrific, except for my beloved telling everybody about my unfortunate horse riding experience! I could hardly walk, so everyone would have known anyway. I got no sympathy, only hilarity and mirth. The common question was "and what exactly were you doing riding a horse in the first place?". Honestly, you think you can count on your friends, but NO! Poor old Box, every single time he looked at me he burst out laughing! He couldn’t help himself. Oh well, at least I provided everyone with a good giggle.

My ankle swelled up to twice it’s normal size, and the pain was such that I could barely stand on it. Darren strapped it for me when we got home, and the relief was immediate. It was still a bit swollen this morning, so I’ve kept it strapped, but it’s not bothering me. My back is a different story. It’s been absolutely killing me. It’s not so bad now, but I had a lot of trouble standing, sitting and walking. I can only lie on my right side, which is a bugger, as I usually sleep on my left. I’ve had a pillow between my knees and another one under my foot. At the moment, I’m getting around a bit more easily. A friend mentioned the fact that the old thighs and butt will probably be sore tomorrow. I’m getting twinges already, and my stomach feels as though I’ve been trying to do sit-ups! All in all, I feel a lot better tonight, but I’m not overly looking forward to tomorrow.

We had a nice day out today. Mollie came home with Father’s Day presents for Daz. He got a shirt, a pair of shoes, a book and his favourite chocolates. He actually wore the shirt and shoes when we went out- I’m impressed! We had a drive out in the vineyards, and then stopped at a pub for lunch. It was very cruisy. It was another gorgeous spring day and just beautiful for driving around and having a look. There were heaps of people out and about. All the restaurants and cafes were chockers. We ended up at Crowne Plaza to see an art exhibition. One of my favourite artists, D’arcy Doyle, was on show together with a couple of other iconic, Aussie artists. I was speculating about lashing out on a small painting, but even the little ones were over $3000! Sorry, I don’t admire his work that  much! Some of the larger works were selling for $38000! Imagine being switched on enough to invest in him way back when! He only passed away a few years ago, so I imagine the prices will continue to increase for a while yet. Meantime, I’ll stick to prints.

At the moment, the dog and the cat are having a punch up. I’m over their misbehaviour. One of the cats was not desexed correctly, so every few months she goes on heat, which means she walks around the house yowling her head off at the top of her lungs. She sleeps either with the dog, or in the dog’s bowl- don’t ask. The other cat loathes the dog, and takes every opportunity to hiss and howl at it. She’s a real bitch of a thing. A friend brought her new puppy over to play this afternoon. Ruby Blue is only 8 weeks old and so impossibly cute. What a pity they have to grow up. She played and played with Mollie, then fell asleep. She had to be carried to the car like a baby! My friend and her partner are completely besotted with her. I believe she’s even been sleeping on their bed! Mind you, I have been known to sleep with my animals on my bed, but not these days. These days the animals are relegated to the back verandah every night. Every now and then one of the cats will sneak in, and it’s lovely to have her curl up with me, but not something I actively encourage.

Back to work tomorrow *sigh*. I love my weekends, and Monday mornings are hell. I have a rostered day off this week, so that’s certainly something to look forward to. I wonder if I’ll be able to resist telling my friends at work about my horsey adventure? I’m sure I’ll spill the whole sordid story. I love an audience, and a chance to make people laugh.