Birthday…. Blues? Bliss? Nah work for that gin girl!!

I was so determined this birthday was not going to have a repeat of last year’s crying all over Life of Miss B on returning from India and leaving my heart on the beach.  And with all my friends gainfully employed or travelling, the day loomed long and lonely.  But we all know there’s nothing like a little productivity and sweat to kick in the protestant work ethic’s feelings of purity at the end of the day.  So focused on earning a sunset gin and tonic, with lime, and propelled by well-wishing sms’s arriving from 630 am (god I love daylight savings) I attacked the day.

With Bombay Royale grooving out of the stereo, a load of washing in the machine, and, feeling a little like I was in a warped Sorcerer’s Apprentice remake, armed with a broom and a bucket of warm water I attacked the outdoor furniture.  Who could have imagined so many Daddy Longlegs spiders could live in four chairs and one table?

Well the spiders were eradicated (oops bad karma) and the outdoor setting cleaned just as the Korean chimes signaled that my smalls were ready for pegging on the line.  That done it was a trip to the eager young man at the hardware store for a brush and a drop sheet – this furniture was going to get oiled.  Sadly an unlikely eventuality for the eager young man at the store who one might have liked to imagine lightly oiled, peeling grapes and draped in a toga.

But I digress.  And this is not that kind of blog.  Maybe.  Continue reading “Birthday…. Blues? Bliss? Nah work for that gin girl!!”