The best I can do

Two days ago I developed a cold. It seemed to be a 24 hour variety cold, but it wasn't and this Saturday evening I feel like shit quite unwell, poorly if you like. I think medicinal brandy will help.

I can't concentrate enough to deal with photos, but I can still type.

Sister arrived and parked behind my car, so I had to move her car to get mine out. I pressed the start button and the instruments lit up but the engine didn't start. I looked around for something else to press, but there was nothing, whereas my car would display 'Press the brake and press start'. I turned it off and on again, no change. I pressed and held the button down, nothing. Hang on, this is a hybrid electric car. I'll just put it into reverse and see if it moves, and it did, silently.

Kosov resumed his driving lessons today after a break following his scrape of the car. I have had one quote for the repair of my car, which seemed outrageous, and I am awaiting another. I will see what this one comes in at and decide whether to buy a new car or not. Both he and Phyllis started from a very low base, but Kosov seems slower to pick up skills. We'll get there.

From a our sedate drive around Albert Park Lake, and a few parking manoeuvres, Phyllis took over and drove us to Port Melbourne where we three bought bahn mi. While I was hungry, I could only eat half and took the remainder home for later. I bought coffee while the pair shopped at the Reject shop and the supermarket.

As the afternoon progressed, everything and everyone started to annoy me. Jass is an ungrateful cow. Sister returned and put the kettle on. Please, don't stay longer than necessary. She didn't, and made tea to take home with her. Phyllis and Kosov, stop annoying me. 

Phyllis had cooked lasagne and served mine up on a plate as he was going to travel with Kosov to work where they would separate and Phyllis go to a party with Kosov's workmates while Kosov worked. I could not eat a proper meal, as I am so unwell. So I had a couple of slices of ham, a tomato and half a leftover curried egg sandwich. 

Phyllis called in sick for the party, as there were two people there he did not like. He said he would have gone if Kosov was with him. But then oddly he got out some wet food to feed to Jass and asked if I could feed her. Why? You will be here. 

No, he went out soon after Kosov left. I know what gay men are like. I once was one, and I am very suspicious. I hope my suspicions are misplaced. 

It is not my business and as much as I love them both, as soon as I met Phyllis I knew he was a person of the world and could look after himself. Not so much Kosov, and as I said to him in the past when Phyllis was back in India, I will always be there for you Kosov. Well, until I die, then he'll be on his own, in Australia at least. But his family are good and care about him.

If I don't post a Monday Mural, I am probably deaded by manflu.