Tuesday vibes
I was feeling tired this morning. Partly being because it’s the first week back at it, and mostly because I read to midnight, and our/my little white dog Georgie (commonly known as the white menace) decided she needed to sleep with me.
She scratched and snuffled and thumped her legs keeping me awake. She has fleas despite her flea treatment and regular baths. Urgh.
Waking up to a mosquito buzzing about my ears, wondering how many fleas I had picked up during the night, and being hungry, I decided to take the dogs for a walk via the French bakery nearby for coffee, and a sourdough ham and cheese baguette. I had expectations of quietly consuming both while considering the day ahead, and what I needed to achieve.
The dogs sniffed and meandered taking at least twice as long on the walk as it would normally take to arrive at French sustenance.
On arrival I was delighted to find very few people, until I had settled down with coffee and bread, with two dogs begging at my feet.
A family arrived – an adult couple, their parents and a 2-year-old grandchild who wanted to pat the dogs, setting off loud and piercing barking. I just wanted some peace and quiet before starting the day. I attempted to communicate with my eyes to this family who couldn’t decide who would sit where. A reminder of my mum wanting permission of where she could sit at every meal over the recent Christmas period leaving me screaming in my head to just sit anywhere FFS!
Sitting in very close proximity to me and the dogs they proceeded to discuss who would paint which rooms with undercoats and topcoats. A working bee was a foot.
I was reminded of Arran and I buying our first house together. A deceased estate terrace house down the dodgy end of Glebe in Sydney. Not long after buying it Mum and Dad travelled to Sydney to help us paint that unloved late Victorian terrace beside the pub.
While Arran and I went out to our corporate jobs each day Mum and Dad laboured adding Dulux Antique White USA to every dark surface while listening to Ipod tunes on our Bose sound dock. In the evenings we would order take out or head up to Glebe Point Rd for dinner. The book I’m currently reading is set in Glebe and perhaps it’s bringing back all the memories? It’s called The Truth About Her by Jacqueline Maley. It’s her first novel and I’m currently inside it. I also read Lonely Mouth, her second book, over Christmas. Recommend both.
More people flooded into my French oasis. People still on holidays. People getting coffees before heading to their office close by. Tourists and locals and more dogs setting off more barking.
Back in my home office on the third floor now, to start the day in earnest listening to Bachelor Girl.
Happy new year everyone!
Lisa cc