FFS Friday

Today's post could well be thoughtfully worded and well put together because I am currently either

  1. In a plane.
  2. In a car, having just been on a plane or,
  3. By the beach, having just been in a car and on a plane.
  4. In a bar, by the beach, wishing I was drinking hard liquor after having just been in a car and on a plane.
That's right. I am for once writing this In Advance. We have taken Millie on a plane. I'm hoping that I will survive the journey with my sanity intact. I think the key to this is a very strong coffee at either end of the plane trip.

Let the first world whinging commence!

  • It was my birthday on Tuesday and I was awake half the night feeling ill. FFS.
  • Mr S came home from work at 9am, feeling more ill and he went straight to bed for four hours, a bucket by his side. FFS.
  • Millie was pale, sweaty and angry for a lot of the day. FFS.
  • So, we took a raincheck on Birthday Dinner and I had roast vegetables and Mr S had none. FFS.
  • My pinking shears arrived from the USA on Monday. The thing is that they were sealed up so goddamned tight that I needed a pair of scissors to get in to them. The irony of this was not lost on me. FFS.
  • Mr S has helpfully put the old Peg Perego high chair in the passenger seat of the car for me to do something with. I don't really know what I am going to do with it take it to the tip? but I know I can't put my handbag within easy reach on the passenger seat. FFS.
    (Millie's daycarer has agreed to take the Peg Perego high chair off my hands. Phew. It means that my daughter will probably still sit in it, BUT I DON'T HAVE TO CLEAN IT. Thank god.)
  • I was struck by some remarkably crap customer service again this week in Hobart. I stood at an empty counter to order a sandwich whilst three staff members stood 5 metres away talking about their weekend. I smiled, I made eye contact, I looked hungry, I was ignored. After a good 45 seconds (a long time at an empty counter) I turned on my heel to go somewhere else (via the manager to complain) when another staff member appeared out of nowhere and asked me if she could help me. I replied 'I hope so. I've just been ignored by those three for a good while now. I'd really like a sandwich.'
    This is a whole other post coming, but seriously Hobart, I encounter shitty customer service more than I care to admit. I don't want to hear anything about the gloomy state of small business when your staff aren't trained to do their jobs. What do I mean? I mean that my sandwich money and I will go somewhere else. And I realise my $7 sandwich isn't going to break your business, but that's still $7 in another business's pocket. FFS.
  • When I mentioned something about taking my book on the plane tonight, Mr S replied 'Oh. Didn't I tell you? I had to nominate who would be holding Millie on the plane. I said you would.'
    'Me? WHY?'
    Mr S: 'You've got the boobs.' Thanks. FFS.
  • I have 10 episodes of The Good Wife I'd love to watch on our holiday away. I don't foresee this happening. FFS.
  • Actually, all I foresee happening is us both lying in state in a house by the beach in Narooma whilst Millie plays with her cousins. We are both still ill and feel seasick all the time. FFS.
Shiny Things
We went and saw the Wim Delvoye exhibition at MONA.
Stunning.


More Wim Delvoye.

Millie looking cute and stuff.

The beginnings of Millie's birthday party dress.

I love me some pleats.


My two favourite people in the world.

Part of my birthday present from Mr S - both Florence and The Machine releases.
I am enjoying!



As always, this is part of Sarah's FFS Fridays. She is as always, making me smile and I am ever so grateful for her for being on the other end of the texter when I need her. Go tell her she's awesome. OK?

Dear Baby G