Monday, November 2, 2009
We'd looked relatively well-groomed when we'd first set out (well, for us we did).
Little sis', Lainee, did the driving, me giving direction. Actually, I felt quite flattered, I mean, being as it's common knowledge I'm a wee bit spatially challenged and all, I think it was really nice they still chose to trust in me like that (after the last time), don't you?
Anyway, I did get us there to the car park. The restaurant was but a mere few yards away, wasn't it?
Who would have thought the heavens would choose to open up on us like that? (Crikey, now if they had taken my car, I at least have the good sense to always stash a brolly in the boot..this is Craggy Island, y'know.)
"What do you mean, some one's moved it?"
"I'm telling you, it was here, right next to the bed shop - it was!"
Big sis' May tactfully suggested we try the next block down. I gave her the benefit of that, even though her optimism came over as more patronising than diplomatic to mine own ears. I knew damn well where it was! It just wasn't where it was supposed to be.
Someone'd moved it.
I was able to prove it too on our third circut back. Oh, they of little faith! Darn thing was completely encased for demolition and hidden under a ton of sheeting. Guess the pelting rain had obscured me from recognising it for what it was at first.
(What do you mean, I obviously don't get out much?)
Wasn't my fault. Sheesh, think I would have wasted a full good hour with the hair straighteners if I'd known we'd only wind up doggy-paddling it over to our hastily invented plan B?
I'm telling you, what a waste of good make-up that was. And very charitable too that none of my sib's warned me before I stepped out under that broken guttering. Bless 'em, eh? Glad they found it so knicker-wettingly funny. Mind, unlike the two Panda's walking on either side of me, at least my eyeliner didn't run (I've just had it permanently tattooed on) And to think, they actually had the temerity to laugh when they'd first heard what I'd gone and done (now who was the one smiling smugly, eh?).
And before you ask, yes, of course it hurt like hell, you try go sticking a thousand needles into your inner lids to see how it feels, but hey, like I say, at least mine doesn't smudge, unlike others I could mention. Hey-ho, (sheepish grin) sorry, I digress..
Sooo, the thing is, as one of them doesn't eat meat, and with the other one being Vegan, it's one hell of a job trying to find a place where we are all happy to eat out together in. See, me, I'm a complete carnivore.
We did, (find a restaurant) as you can see.. but that's a whole 'nother story. They kept mixing up the order and trying to serve flesh to my two tree-hugging blisters up here - ah, but what the hell, at least I came out smiling - I ended up with three free large glasses of their finest wine (seemed shameless to waste it, seeing as how neither of them drink).
Aw, I love my two sisters hugely, and I've had a wonderful week with them. Despite the fact they don't smoke, cuss or drink, and that I know they lose sleep I'm fast headed to hell in a bucket, I am also secure in the knowledge of how deeply they love me. Lainee is a junior school (to age eleven) music teacher as well as a week-end lay preacher, and May has this successful holistic healing practice, where her speciality there is as a nutritional therapist which mainly addresses allergies - her clients are known to travel from near and wide, and book months in advance just to consult with her. She is quite well known in her own right, frequently pulled on by the BBC for interview in relevant segments. I'm afraid what they do is all mumbo-jumbo to me, but this they know and happily forgive, I guess that's what family is all about - unconditional acceptance. For three kids who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, we turned out alright.
I have a few adventures to relate, but at risk of droning on, I think I'll quit until the next time. I mentioned they can drive me nuts, right? (But only in a nice, scratching my head kind of way - I find their logic hysterical at times.)
We've all parted on the agreement next time we meet up, we are ditching the kids and running off to London on our ownisome - who knows, perhaps I will yet succeed in leading them astray? I live in hope!