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Bastard gets home tomorrow. Cue brass fanfare. Plane is scheduled to touch down at Adelaide International at 9:05am, whereupon he and his parents will be taking a taxi to their respective homes (unless one or other of the Aunts, Uncles, or Family Friends has volunteered - gods Bastards' family makes me jealous). Bastard will be having a nap and then picking me up at 2:30ish to go see the podiatrist, then we'll go home and ~~hump like bunnies~~ enjoy each other's company.

Anyone calling us at home tomorrow will make me Not Happy Jan, whether they're waking Bastard up or interrupting Us Time. This is your one and only warning. Try calling on Thursday, please. It's a pity I can't send this to Bastard's work, they haven't rung while he's been away, but this last two weeks has been the first span of time in ages that he hasn't either been doing extra shifts or being called up and asked to do shifts (generally being called 15 minutes after the shift started, and before my alarm goes off). I expect that we shall hear from them this week, even if only to confirm that they've finally got Bastard's tax file number correct.

Note me being excited and bouncy, and territorial. It's my Us Time and you can't have it! Sorry, I'll just calm down a little over here...

Yesterday I mowed the lawns (shock horror), washed more dishes, made enough lasagne to last until Wednesday night. Sooner or later I have to iron my work shirts. Or buy more that I don't have to iron. I'm getting tired of wearing the three shirts I own that don't need to be ironed over and over and over, and I melted the fourth.

We have new mattress - it arrived on Friday, and oh the difference. The bed is just the right height (stupidly high), and I've woken up a 6am every morning since it arrived. Also there are many bags of stuff for garden hiding behind the shed - the mattress arrived five minutes before we finished unloading the straw.

On Saturday night I rode down to the beach and back (after a suitable interval of sitting on a rock contemplating the cosmos). Venus was nice and bright, directly out to sea. One shooting star, aiming at Venus. One pelican, flying from right to left in front of me. Yummy cherries, and Sable, and Jindi Triple Cream Brie (must take snacks, after all). After a little wandering, found the best route to get there and back, for the next time. Only got lost once, a record! Got home just after midnight.

Surprisingly ablebodied now. After riding all that way and back (walked the last bit because eyesight was starting to cloud over from lactic acid, and didn't trust myself to stay upright), I should be much more sore than this. I should have gone through most of a packet of painkillers due to stomach cramps. But no! No pain! Apart from my sore buttocks where the bikeseat bruises, and my ankles which have painful ligaments now. Am spending some time reassuring myself that lack of pain, while unusual, is OK. My brain keeps telling me there's something wrong, and wants me to poke things until it's reassured (which it will be when it finds something ouchy and normal).

Went to the SA Wine & Food Society alfresco on Sunday. It was Greek-themed, with traditional greek food cooked by a very very good chef. At the end of that lunch, I was back up to 50kg ;) I looooved the baklava, and honey puffs (served in chinese soup spoons so that the honey didn't go everywhere), and the spiced dates with turmeric yoghurt, and the greek vegetarian equivalent to sushi (no seaweed), and the fresh tzatziki, and the everything. There was not a platter removed from our table with anything left on it, except for the custardy things that came on the dessert platter, for I like custard not, not does custard like me. And after three pieces of baklava on top of much good wine, I thought I was already tempting fate quite enough. Mmmm handmade baklava. Mmmmm Valdespino. Mmmmmmm 10 year old Valdespino...