Thursday #70 – I woke up this Thursday with no idea what day
it actually was. After Friday off last
week and then work on Saturday followed by a long weekend for Australia Day and
my regular Tuesday off, I had rocked up to work on Wednesday convinced it was Monday. Needless to say the next day I still wasn’t sure
if my week was just beginning or ending.
Work wasn’t particularly memorable so I can only assume I breezed
through the day of patients as though I’d been doing it for years…not a
week. That or my memory is getting a
whole lot worse and I really need to start writing things down as they
happen. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s that
after work was so fun-filled I can barely remember anything else.
When work wrapped up I headed to Bunnings (because I love it
so very much) to buy a toilet seat. DTM
claims he was not responsible for the crack in the old seat but was
mysteriously the only one home when the seat broke. A pretty image I know. So after getting the call about the loo on Wednesday
I had considered ducking to Bunnings that day but rightly listened to DTM when
he reminded me that my car was at the mechanic and did I really want to take my
toilet seat on the bus? Negative. After my 2nd new alternator in 3
months, my car was back in action on Thursday and ready to deliver toilet
seats.
I spent way too long browsing in the toilet section. With options from $6-80 I had no idea what
kind of quality I wanted. I decided on
one that felt a bit less flimsy that the $6 one which looked suspiciously like
the broken one at home, but nothing too fancy like a wooden one. In the end I settled on a slow closing $20
option. The slow closing was not a real
selling point (and is in hindsight perhaps a bit annoying) but it seemed like
the cheapest one that actually felt like it wouldn’t break under a person’s
weight.
With that out of the way I headed home and spent the next
hour with my head down the toilet trying to remove (the old) and install (the
new) seats. Eventually I admitted defeat
and called in the troops (DTM) to share my frustration. I told him I was pretty sure there was a
little crack in one of the plastic things and we tried a couple more times to
get the damn seat on. With no success,
we drove back to Bunnings (twice in one day!!) and I made DTM exchange the seat
for me. Before getting there we stopped
in at the chicken shop at Allambie Heights so I could introduce DTM to the joys
of the ego burger. The Weather Girl and I
had been talking it up the previous week so I jumped at the opportunity to stop
in at dinner time. It was the worst ego
burger I’ve had from there in 18 years. It
was still pretty tasty, and the chips were good (even if DTM did go overboard
with the quantity) but it just wasn’t the amazing burger I had so
enthusiastically talked up.
When we got back home after a quick Woolies shop, we
installed the seat reasonably quickly (though DTM was rather anal about whether
or not it lined up) and I shook my head at how much time I had wasted trying earlier. Pardon the pun. It wasn’t too long before M-Dizzle and The
Hippy Engineer rocked up to get my signature on some paperwork to get our bond
back. I signed my life away and gave them a
quick tour of the new digs. DTM talked
up all the exciting places we could go together in Chatswood now that they’re
locals. They seemed pretty excited.
After a fun-filled day of work and Bunnings it’s hard to
imagine next Thursday topping this one, but fingers are firmly crossed!
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