On Monday morning we took ourselves by tram and train to Macedon,where we were met in the station carpark by John. And oh look - there's Gillie. I wonder why she's ... And coming up behind us from the platform was Irene who had joined the same train as us, but at Footscray, rather than at Southern Cross where we had boarded. We should probably be slightly better organised next time!!
Back at their house, Chris had been busy preparing a veritable lunchtime feast, which we enjoyed with conversation, wine, music and merriment. It was unfortunate that Jim had managed to hit the bottom of his backpack on a lurking rock when getting out of the car. You usually have to try quite hard to break a bottle of wine, but Jim had managed. Wine was leaking everywhere through the bottom of his bag . Fortunately it wasn't the fizzy wine which might have been slightly more exciting.
We had a great afternoon. Irene and Gillie left at about 3:30. They offered us a lift to the station but we accepted the offer of a later lift, kindly offered by Chris and John's son in law. In his absence :-D This allowed us to chat some more and to play with the grandchildren who came by after school.
We did not feel the need to join the regular crew for the Monday night steak feast!!!
We did get to the surgery on Tuesday morning for Jim to have some blood tests, to have his blood pressure checked and to have his ear looked at. His BP is fine. His ear is not. It is very inflamed. He has anti-inflammatory drops for his ear. So his hearing in that ear is even worse what with wax, inflammation and ear drops clogging up the works.
After a late breakfast we headed back to Mount Helen where the dogs were very pleased to see us.
A fairly quiet day today. We have done a very few useful things. The dogs have pottered about. Rupert went out into the back run and disappeared off. Eventually I went out to find him. It's an enclosed yard but I couldn't actually see him. I found him right down the back, between the shed and the fence. When I spoke to him, he turned to join me - and it was apparent that there was a problem. He couldn't move properly. In fact, as he had turned to look at me, he had caught his foot in a piece of metal attached to a pole that had either blown down or which he had knocked down from where it had been resting against the fence. Poor Rupert didn't like that. I managed to get him to stop struggling and to sit, while I wondered how I was going to sort this out one handed. Fortunately, as he sat and relaxed, his foot came free. Phew.
It obviously hasn't inconvenienced him hugely. I just heard a thundering of paws and saw Ian's book vanishing into our room, accompanied by a grey blur moving as fast as the speed of light. He knew he wasn't supposed to have it. Not only was he moving at speed, but he hurtled into his crate and sat as far towards the back as he could. Happily, there is another door at the side so I could reach in and rescue it. I don't think Ian has finished it yet.
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