Demonic One

Having woken My Beloved up at 6am, just because I could, we snoozed until just after 9am when it was all hands to the pump, shower hair and out the door.  Off to Elgin to meet with the Demonic One, who was on her best behaviour, now bearing in mind that what is good behaviour for one, does not always pass as good behaviour for another, but it was definitely passable today. We met at a Fayre of Brew and were greeted beautifully by Ale Aim, big hugs and kisses for all, Demonic One was her usual cool demeanor, followed closely by her consort. Lunch was pleasurable and no fights erupted, which clearly is an improvement on previous encounters. The hugs and kisses continued with Ale Aim and we were very sad to say goodbye when the time arrived, but Ale Aim had a party to go to and we had a house to clean.  I can't understand how the hobo home keeps getting so messy, I always thought it was The Little Princes who were messy, but nope I think maybe it's us oldies that are making the mess just now.

I forgot to mention the sickness, sitting in a car that is driving on meandering roads is one thing, but to then try and read leads very quickly to feelings of nausea, and we had to travel to Elgin with the windows cracked to stop me throwing up in My Beloveds lap, or worse still my own.  I had ordered the Soup de Jour which was explained as Parsnip, what I should have asked was 'what tin will you be opening today' yuk.  But unfortunately this lead to more nausea on the way home, and the threat of imminent barfing on those meandering roads again. We managed to arrive home with my stomach contents in tact, mainly due to the deep breathing and determination on my part.

Why is it when you pack, you want the one thing you know is at the back and the bottom of your boxes, My Beloved needed a photo for the Grannies and we had to move open and rearrange the packed boxes until we found it...... it is now copied onto photo paper and awaiting an envelope and stamp.  The boxes are back in their rightful place and the house is now ready for our visitors, and once again we have had to visit the Tip, we are now on first name terms with the Tip man, and he now keeps our rubbish to one side for a week, mainly because I have recently thrown out items of clothing that should have been kept, and now find myself unable to wear two lovely dresses because of this fact. But bonus my beloved has offered to take me to Aberdeen tomorrow and there is a distinct possibility I may replace what I have lost, and once again be able to wear my lovely dresses. I must drive past the Tip tomorrow and tell the Tip man it will be safe to throw today's items next Wednesday and not a day before just in case.