…I felt pretty damn wonky yesterday so I took the day off work to de-wonky-fy. I went to the doctor and got a check up and the verdict was “I don’t know” and I said “yeah, you get that a lot at this time of year.” My half arsed opinion was I was just plain knackered. After that I got a call from Jason, the tattoo artist, who had finished drawing my latest tatt. He’s near the doc so I wandered on by to check it out. The tatt is beautiful. It’s a butterfly for my foot. When will this tatt madness stop? Stuffed if I know….anyway, that tatt gets done next Monday. Apparently a foot tattoo hurts like hell so no tap dancing Monday night then….The bathroom renovator people come tomorrow. I have an old shower over a bath and after 10 years of Chez Amarinda occupancy I’m sick if it. So – whizz-bang-presto – it’s going because if I have to see the pukeable yellow – gad, I loathe yellow – bathtub one more time I will have a hissy fit. Because it’s all happening this week and its men who are doing it, I have had to remove every possible item a man could fall, drop, run-in to or stumble on – even things that are not even close to the bathroom. Men. They’re clumsy in a creative way that is impossible for a woman to fathom how transversing a simple path from A to B means they will trip over something that is on path N and not even anywhere near where they’re supposed to be. Men – strangely impossible beings that we seem to put up with. Women - we’re bloody stoic aren’t we?
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