Just a day

 Yesterday morning up and down from the computer chair, doing bits, back to blog reading and commenting, rinse and repeat. I had ordered medications via the app to collect from the chemist, so by about midday I caught a tram to Prahran, bought a cup of coffee and sat in Prahran Square eating the sandwich I'd bought from and drinking my coffee. 

I picked up a packet psyllium husks at the chemist used to sprinkle on my breakfast cereal, my medications and I disposed of a gazillion medication blister packs into the recycling bin.

Damn, I just missed a tram. 11 minutes until the next one but there is the 604 bus approaching that will get me to short walk or a one stop tram trip in St Kilda Road. 

I left the bus at the stop before home but as I approached the building site I can view from my home, concrete for a footpath crossover had just been poured. I was hot and bothered, and weary and I had no intention of crossing five lanes of traffic, two bike lanes, and two tram lines, walk further then do the same again. I pulled my cap lower over my eyes, shortened my steps, slumped my body and head down and started heavy breathing, and began my slumped walk along the bike lane. 

Verboten! I cannot do this. "I am exhausted and I simply can't walk across the road and back again", I pleaded to the road monitor, slumping further forward and grabbing hold of a pole. She patiently escorted me along the bike lane with my small old man steps and opened a barrier at the end. I continued my pretence until I was home in case she was watching. Yes, it was a pretence, but I was exhausted and feeling extremely hot and bothered. 

After recovering I cleaned the balcony aside from the glass, which is now beyond me, and then rested.

Not long after the 6pm tv news began, I head a faint knock at the door, which I wish I hadn't heard. It was my neighbour's daughter who had locked herself out of the apartment again. I invited her in and she asked if she could use my Instagram to get in touch with a friend, which she did but to no avail. I am very nervous about anyone using my computer. She called her mother on my phone, who got in touch with her friend who lives not far away to bring her spare keys. Forty minutes later of making small talk with a young Australian born person of Asian heritage who is upcoming high flyer at Ernest Young did me in. 

I did not feel like a full meal and while the daughter was still here, Phyllis came out to prepare my dinner. He made me scrambled eggs on toast, perfect, and took over the chat with neighbour, they being of a similar age.