It's been a funny day. It started quite overcast and I took the taffster to the vets. He had naughtily tried to break his fast by snuffling in the bin but I think I caught him before he got anything.
Then I went to the local mega-mall determined to spend a $50 book voucher I got for my birthday 4 months ago.
Where to begin? The bargain tables had plenty on offer and I might have got 6 or 7 books for that money but I kept wandering, looked at childrens books keeping in mind my older nieces, then kept going to the cook books. I especially take note of the "one pot" books and the slow cooking books. There were some beautiful books with luscious photos and beautiful printing on lust-worthy papers and I lingered long in the cooking section but finally decided to move on. Penguin classics caught my eye and I was quietly pleased that I have actually read some good literature before my days of quick bites from newspapers and magazines. Little Women, To Kill a Mockingbird, Around the world in Eighty days, Seven Little Australians and Love in the time of Cholera have all passed through my hands, albeit long ago.
A final decision to go for a bit of everything saw me choose Sartre so I can say I have read him (The age of Reason); "Shantaram", a 900 odd page novel by an Australian and to satisfy my hunger for crime: "Celluloid Serial Killers- the real monsters behind the movies".
I went to get coffee and doughnuts and was sitting quietly with them when an old fella came along and very enthusiastically used his newspaper to flick away invisible crumbs from the long communal table. I don't normally worry too much about anything I see in public spaces but this guy got me quite offended. He was flicking the perceived dirt all over everyone else at the table and his disregard made me see red. It's not like the "dirt" bothered me, I just sit and eat, paying scant regard to others' crumbs but his aggressive carry on annoyed me out of all proportion. (didya notice???)
I came home soon after that, did a few things and sneaked a long browse through my serial killer book. It's fascinating in it's horror.
An errand or two and a coffee with Mum & Dad saw out the rest of the time before going to collect our Taff. He is not the dog I know right now, he is wobbly and sleepy and won't eat but he impressed the vet with his co-operation and the nurse with his cuteness and he is showing his indomitable spirit.
So, there you have my day. I'm off to do some cleaning up, make a cuppa, read a little and generally be a domestic goddess.
You have fun, y'all