I am beginning to think maybe I should not go out unaccompanied.
Very, very tired yesterday - the newspaper is putting out a 20 page Anzac Day 100th year memorial insert (it's sort of like your Memorial Day).
So being a martyr and wanting to do my bit, we had lots of veterans of WWI around here, I worked a five day week. (I'm down to two days, normally) and I did the court report, which is kind of entertaining.
Anyhoo. I went to the supermarket in my lunch hour. I loathe shopping at the best of times.
You can tap and go if you spend under $100. Have to enter your pin for anything more.
Do ya think I could remember my pin? Three strikes and you're out. Mobile phone battery was flat.
So I had to go to the bank and sort things out pin-wise, and get some money to pay for my trolley of stuff.
You can't get into the bank without a wheelie-walker, which I'd left at work. Ah ha! A cane. Staggered in, got my money, staggered out, went back to the less-than super market.
The Disability Car spaces were full. I will not let this defeat me!
Still valiantly lurching on my cane (usually use a trolley as a makeshift walker), I made it in.
The checkout woman took my money, shouted, "that trolley up there belongs to this woman with the cane".
I was going to ask for assistance, but then I though, stuff it. I've come so far, I want to see this through. So I did.
Yay me.
Lunchtime over. Went back to work and soldiered on. I went to bed last night at 5.30 in the afternoon. Woke up at 11 this morning.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
Very, very tired yesterday - the newspaper is putting out a 20 page Anzac Day 100th year memorial insert (it's sort of like your Memorial Day).
So being a martyr and wanting to do my bit, we had lots of veterans of WWI around here, I worked a five day week. (I'm down to two days, normally) and I did the court report, which is kind of entertaining.
Anyhoo. I went to the supermarket in my lunch hour. I loathe shopping at the best of times.
You can tap and go if you spend under $100. Have to enter your pin for anything more.
Do ya think I could remember my pin? Three strikes and you're out. Mobile phone battery was flat.
So I had to go to the bank and sort things out pin-wise, and get some money to pay for my trolley of stuff.
You can't get into the bank without a wheelie-walker, which I'd left at work. Ah ha! A cane. Staggered in, got my money, staggered out, went back to the less-than super market.
The Disability Car spaces were full. I will not let this defeat me!
Still valiantly lurching on my cane (usually use a trolley as a makeshift walker), I made it in.
The checkout woman took my money, shouted, "that trolley up there belongs to this woman with the cane".
I was going to ask for assistance, but then I though, stuff it. I've come so far, I want to see this through. So I did.
Yay me.
Lunchtime over. Went back to work and soldiered on. I went to bed last night at 5.30 in the afternoon. Woke up at 11 this morning.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
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