Euchre-d out!
Dulcie and I played cards yesterday evening. Will had to go out to yet another meeting for his work.She doesn't like to think of me sitting alone, waiting for him to come home while she is tucked up in bed.We played Euchre and I thanked her for her kindness and thoughtfulness by thrashing her 90 year old arse!Apologies...some of her quaint phrases appear to be rubbing off on me.At breakfast this morning she stared menacingly at me across my slice of toast and without blinking said:"Today I want revenge!"I was genuinely scared for a brief moment...and thought it might be something to do with putting the flour in the sugar or creasing the tablecloth and my lower intestines gulped...until I remembered the cards, and laughed.She had to make a 'slice' first. The doctor is not getting biscuits tomorrow he is having a vanilla slice topped with coconut icing.I had jobs to do too. There were some seat covers I had brought from Frogknot that needed washing. They came out looking worse than when they went in, covered in little white hairs and patches of clogged dust. Clearing up at Frogknot Will had found one of those velvet like fabric cleaners that if you wipe it one way it collects fluff and if you turn it round all the fluff collected is released. Do you know what I mean?Anyway, luckily I was able to clean the covers while they were hanging on the line with the nifty velvet fluff collector thingy. When I had finished I remembered the rug we picked up from the dump in Stanthorpe. It looked quite good until I got it back to Brisbane and washed it and realised that it smelled of wet dog and and contained the body hair of a pack of hounds. On my first attempt two weeks ago I scrubbed it with a nail brush and removed enough hair to cover a little Shih Tzu, before I gave up.Today I laid it on the garage floor and scrubbed the nifty velvet fluff collector thingy across it. Even it couldn't cope with the amount of hair enmeshed in the pile...I got a 'chihuahua' of hair off it before I gave up.The slice was finished and so we hunkered down for the Euchre Grudge Match. Never was there such revenge in all the revenges that ever have gone before. Three games and she whipped my fundament completely and with utter glee.After a pickled Pork lunch and lettuce picked from our very own garden(!), (yes, I know. I can't believe it is ready to eat either!) we played three games of Knock Poker. It was utter humiliation!I didn't win a game. I weakly packed away the cards. In triumph, she said,'I think we'll pinch a bit of the Doctor's slice!'It was delicious. He is in for a treat!I'd been sent an email from Australian Immigration, a customer satisfaction survey. They said my responses would have no bearing on the outcome of my visa application so I told them their website was rubbish and stupendously difficult to navigate. I said having to wait 8 to 9 months for visas to come through was ridiculous. I said paying £260 for a 20 minute medical was a ripoff and having to leave the country for three days when the visa finally comes through, which we can ill afford, is stupid! I was pleased to get it off my chest.There were starlings in the garden this afternoon...more immigrants...but it was nice to see them here...though I doubt they are welcome.After tea tonight Will felt left out on the card front and wanted a game. We played Euchre again. Dulcie played a blinder of a first hand and her luck still seemed to be in but it was her last golden shining moment for the day. I took the lead and pressed ahead until right at the very end Will caught up and beat me!He always does that! I don't know how he does it!