I didn't mind but Phyllis got it wrong

Mostly written Sunday night.

I normally go to bed at 11pm. If I am not in bed by then, Phyllis leaves his bedroom, stands over me and says BOI, bedtime. It is a good reminder of time when one can be caught up in the world of the internet or television.

Last year I did not adjust well to the end of daylight saving, waking an hour early. I turned off my alarm this year and woke up an hour later, fully adjusted to the end of daylight saving. 

I heard it on the wireless, so it must be true that heart attacks drop by 20 odd percent on the morning that daylight saving ends. Conversely they increase by 20 plus per cent when daylight saving begins. 

Twenty minutes ago, Phyllis just did just stand over me, suggesting it was my bed time, at 9.58. I replied, Phyllis, you haven't corrected your beside clock for the end of daylight saving time, have you?

The penguin post yesterday was very much a last minute post, as I had been out, dining with Sister, Bone Doctor and Jo at the Victoria Hotel, where they stayed the night, with their car parked here in my carpark. They were seeing comedian and former ABC radio broadcaster Sammy J at Melbourne Town Hall, They had plans for the next day, but never really followed through with them. The hotel breakfast for what they could choose from was a bargain at $25. We all had burgers the night before for $22 each. They then shopped for a dress for Jo, for a school formal event. I'll leave the photos up for 24 hours. She chose the black dress for the event and the red dress, because I told her she looked fabulous and it was beautifully designed and made. The one she didn't buy was nice too. 

I lamented to them that I felt unable to travel. I just feel so impotent about planning anything. They suggested I stay with them for the forthcoming anniversary of Ray's death but already Ex Sis Law has suggested a picnic for the day. I don't know. Bone Doctor has a two day conference in Sydney mid year, and asked if I would like to go with her. That might be good, to at least go with her but stay on longer than the two nights she will stay. I will stay at their Bellarine Peninsula abode mid year for a week to look after their cats. 

Not bought.

Oh yes, very nice.

And the little black dress. 

A laugh

At least the 10% tax on the penguins of Heard and McDonald Islands has given us a laugh in the extraordinary world within we live.

Jackie in the threatened country Canada's city of Toronto posted a great collection of memes about Australia's territory islands. The more stupid the US administration is made to look, the better, and to use American words, boy is it looking pretty damn stupid. 

https://junkboattravels.blogspot.com/2025/04/penguins-rule.html

Sunday Selec.....or Tales of Kosov

I don't think about our Friday and Saturday night all night limited public transport service. Kosov had to start work at Doncaster at 9pm until 1.30am. It was his first night there and he said it was so busy. Apparently there was a large party who had booked for 11.30pm until 12.30am. Who would be up at that hour to feast on pancakes? Weird. (Old man talking)

Kosov was thinking of Ubering home as there wasn't public transport. He didn't realise he needed to look at the next day for public transport in the early morning. I spent half an hour checking public transport for him, and gave him details. Phyllis went out to meet him after work, so clearly he knew about night public transport. You know, late night public transport is just wonderful for people who can't possibly drive and need to work at odd times.

He was home for a couple of hours and then by 6am he went off to his next job, a Bundoora hamburger place, to which he could catch a train/bus or a tram. 

Phyllis again went out to meet him at the end of his shift, and they arrived home at 4pm. Kosov looked like crap. One of his eyes seemed to be looking in a different direction. Maybe his contact lens had slipped. He was exhausted. He slept for a couple of hours and Phyllis fed him and me, and off he went again to work in Bundoora. 

There is nothing wrong with their work ethics.

At least Phyllis was home tonight to reconstruct and serve my tuna mornay dinner. 

Oh dear. The Lego train has come to grief. It has grown in length, and miniature Lego dinosaurs are appearing. My rule that there is one shelf on the shelving unit for their use is being ignored. I care not. I did clamp down on an extra cactus, now in their bedroom, more things on the bench beyond the train, and stuffs sitting on the filing cabinet. Surfaces sweetie, surfaces.