Don't panic Captain Mainwaring

Sorry if I concerned any of you by using the word frantic yesterday. It was a case of my own doing. 

Saturday night the boys asked me if I could show them around Prahran, an area where they had not been. Of course they couldn't get their act together and we missed the planned tram and only just caught the next one twelve minutes later.

After the 'Are you dead in bed', text exchange with HH, she apologised for the short notice but would I like to accompany her to a once a month repair cafe run by volunteers. She has a quite attractive small analogue radio but its volume control has become scratchy. Many of you will know what that means and happens when the control becomes dirty. Some metho on a cotton bud will fix it, if you can get into it. She also offered to take me somewhere where I had not been afterwards. Really? She said to meet in the carpark at 1.45 to be at the volunteer repair place by 2.00pm. She was going to use her sat nav, but I know the area well, so of course I could guide her.

I could do both, with Phyllis and Kosov, and with Heather. I told Phyllis I would leave them in Chapel Street to do their own thing and return home to meet up with HH. 

I showed them around Prahran Market, generally more expensive than supermarkets but high quality, then Pran(sic) Central, where I bought a bacon and egg muffin and coffee and they bought a smoothie to share, and we sat in Prahran Square for a while. We walked down Chapel Street and I pointed out Chapel Street Bazaar and they were so excited. I left them there and was at the route 6 tram stop at 12.57 to catch a tram home to meet HH at 1.45. A tram every 12 minutes and an 11 minute trip home. Worst case, I just missed a tram, so a 12 minute wait, plus 11 minutes, equals me arriving home at 1.20. It was demonstration day in the city, so the timetable is altered for the disruption and for some mysterious reason, route 6 doesn't show on apps. I did not arrive home until 1.50, half an hour later than what should be the worst case, and I went straight to the car park to meet HH, after texting her to say I'd be a few minutes late. There are many alternatives to getting home in the area, but I just did not know that a tram wasn't on the horizon. I was furious, and I vented my spleen Sunday night at Yarra Trams. It won't care as it has been sacked and a new operating company will take over next month. Yarra Trams is also on Twitter, but there was nothing posted about the delay on route 6. So yes, I have lodged a complaint and instead of being a general complaint, I was very specific with times etc. 

The repair place was very busy and after half an hour of waiting, HH called it quits, and was kindly advised that 3.30 the next month might have the shortest wait time. We chatted about everything under the sun, except politics. 

I then took her into the St Kilda Botanic Gardens, aka Blessington Street Gardens to see the roses and Rain Man. She in a meandering way drove us to The Fruiterers Wife. I had a nice cup of coffee and some lovely cheese cake at the cafe. But while there, Phyllis called, "Where are you?" Because I went out with them, they didn't take their fob and key with them. I told them before we left home that I would leave them in Prahran. Tough luck Phyllis. I will return in HH's own time. 

They had to move to spare room because Monday morning a person was coming to replace the window tinting in their bedroom at some time between 7.30 and 12.00. 

Kosov doesn't like alcohol, so I not sure why he had drank a glass of red wine and then a shot of tequila, but he did, became terribly affectionate and then passed out. I was asleep and I was woken by voices. I called out, shut up Phyllis, and it became silent. I woke at 5.30 and noticed there was light coming in under my door. Phyllis was still up, wandering around. I went back to bed and tried to sleep but I was worried about Phyllis. Does he have Hyper Active Disorder? I got up again, and he was standing stroking the hair of one of the vintage Barbie dolls he had bought, along with some stuffed toys, soaps and various other things to take home as gifts when he leaves next week. I gave him a brief lecture about a good nights sleep and going to bed at a reasonable time, which will be good for his health. 

They both emerged from the spare room at about noon. Because of disturbed sleep, I felt pretty awful but I was showered by 7.30 to let in the window tinting person. Lordy, at 8.30 the glazier we used last year turned up. I don't want glass replaced, as was on his work order. Just window tinting. He's a nice guy and we had a bit to chat about, and he measured up for the tinting, which is apparently contracted out to another company. 

I was due a meal delivery before 11am. I was dying for a cup of coffee, at the cafe across the road. At noon I called the company and the bloke told me the deliverer was nearby, but I knew it would still be a while. The meals arrived about twenty minutes later. 

I was hopelessly behind with reading blogs and commenting, but I did catch up a bit before my 2.30 eye test and new glasses appointment in the city. I had time for coffee and a bite to eat before my next appointment at my superannuation place at 4pm. I was home a bit after 4.00pm. 

I should have told HH that I had a prior commitment, and as much as I enjoy her company, I should have stuck to my commitment to Phyllis and Kosov. 

As I began typing this, the vacuum cleaner is busy, as is the wet floor mop and also the dining table and chairs are being cleaned. Then the wok is heated for whatever Phyllis is cooking. I had a delicious piece of chicken as a snack this Monday, left over from last night. 

There is nothing on tomorrow, thank goodness. Phyllis is working tomorrow but Kosov isn't. If he wants, he can come with me when I get supplies for a couple of days away, and check out the Queen Elizabeth ship moored at Station Pier. 

This attracted our attention in the Bazaar. 

The gardens I showed HH were looking lovely with most of roses in their prime.

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon was brought home. It had a sweetness I didn't like. 

That's all the space you  are having for your cars, Phyllis. 

The Barbies are temporary.

I found Cinderella's slipper the next morning.