We've had more dust but not as bad as the other week. The trouble is, it's so fine, even if the house is shut up, it gets in and covers everything. I'm sick and tired of cleaning up...I have better things to do...like blogging. Today, for the third time in a week, I was at it again...floors, shelves, ornaments, window sills, curtains...even the top of the power outlets had a fine film of red dust as did the skirting boards. As for the windows and the car...best not go there. Grrrrr.
Anyway on to other things...I was asked to go and help out at my old job (you know, the one I retired from last year). Turns out I was under an illusion...I'm not really retired at all. However, I said yes and it was nice to go in and see everyone again. I had two days and it just about floored me...I'm not used to getting up so early, driving for an hour, working for eight hours then driving for an hour back home again. The other lady I worked with was on holiday for a week and is also going away for two weeks in February...I opened my mouth and said yes to that, too. Oh well, the money will come in handy for something nice...a bit of travel perhaps.
I rang my mum today. It was Harold's birthday last week and I sent him about $50 of scratchies...he loves those. He got $20 out of it...pity it wasn't more.
The pair of them are well. Although, as usual, Mum still thinks she's a young girl of 60. They were on a bus trip and the bus drivers can lower the steps for the elderly so it's easier for them to get on and off. Anway some man decided to help both of them descend, which was very thoughtful of him. However, mum was a little miffed and although she didn't say anything and thanked him graciously, she was thinking...I'm not that old! Then she had another thought...actually I am...nearly 90. Aaaah, she doesn't change.