Happy Talky Talk...

No, I have no idea why this song is stuck in my head. Considering it's a work day and the last thing I normally do on a work is day chirp happy songs to myself.

It's been a strange week, pleasantly interrupted by Easter. Hope everyone had a Happy Easter. I think I needed the break.

Once again, my incompetence at work was subtly hinted at so that was an exiting way to begin the day. I couldn't tell which receipts were cabcharge and which were not. Not everyone gives me the blue stubs, plenty of people leave mystery items on my desk. I have since worked out how to tell the difference but that still doesn't tell me who the receipts belong to.

A letter arrived for me. Advice of my sleep test results. I still have to see the doctor to discuss them further; apparently I have Obstructive Sleep Apnea. The letter doesn't indicate the severity. MOTH and I are somewhat confused and I guess I will have to wait for the discussion with the doctor. According to the things MOTH has noticed I would have thought that Central would have been the go. I don't awake unrefreshed, that sets in a couple of hours after I rise. I don't snore or on the odd occasion I do, it's very very light. Instead I breathe very slowly and very shallowly. I occasionally awake with a sore throat or dry mouth but not often. I don't wake up with a headache. The irony is that ever since I received the letter, I've not slept well.

Easter Friday is good to be home. The Teen and Elder are not visiting so all will be quiet over the long weekend. There are a couple of gold Lindt bunnies waiting for me in the freezer. Do they mock me each time I open the door? I'm beginning to think so.

The stores are open for trading on Easter Saturday. I go with MOTH to join the Club. MOTH takes his coffee with him this time. It's good to see the regulars since it's been some time for me. Even Wombat is in a good mood. Special K asks how my Easter has been. I tell her pretty damned good. Wombat pipes over the top that it's been boring. Hold on, I say while grinning madly, she asked how MY Easter was going. He chuckled and kept quiet, Special K giggles hysterically. She giggles again when sometime during the conversation I roll my eyes skyward. She's busy giving everyone a hard time today and I spend a lot of time laughing.

MOTH decides to do the lawn this afternoon to make it look presentable for tomorrow. I don't mind because I like the way it looks when it's done, but there really are other parts of the yard that need priority. We've discussed this before. Sure, it's the entertainment area but then again, there are fallen bricks from the retaining wall, bits of cut down trees gracing the front yard and the yard at the back looks like a jungle. The shrubs are overgrown, the grass is beyond knee high and the weeds have taken over. I think he leaves it go because it's not used *because he refuses to use the clothesline out there and i don't do washing often* and it's not easy to mow. Too many ants he says. But if it was kept tidy the ants probably wouldn't be so keep to make homes there.

Easter Sunday I spend time cleaning house. And munching on one of those gold bunnies. Yeah! John and Special K are coming over for coffee so I need the table cleared, the cat tray clean and the floor vacuumed. Gotta pretend I do housework occasionally. I also bake some scones. They don't stay long but I laugh along with Special K, especially when she butters her scone over her coffee cup. Guess where part of it went. She digs it out, we laugh some more, and then she continues to butter the scone. Over the cup. I use the term 'butter' rather loosely, it was actually jam and cream.

They head home and the house is quiet again. The rest of the afternoon is relaxing. In a tidy house.

Dr Who returns tonight but it's up against Grimm. I'll watch that one as I can catch Dr Who later. I hope. Yes! It's on iView and I soak up the zany adventure. I really like Matt Smith as the Dr and whoever has been writing for this incarnation has made him quirky and quick witted. It's my favourite so far.

One of the ex GTs sends me a message to find out if we'll be up for a visit. Him to ours, or us to his. Eventually we decide him to ours. Most of the day passes before he arrives. He arrives bearing gifts - an iced bun. We sit and talk and he stays for dinner. We chat about his health, we chat about my health, compare notes, discuss possible causes and cure the world. We talk cars, we talk relationships and it's so good to catch up. Several times he says he has to go but still we chat. Eventually I chase him home to his puppies.

It's the season return of Game of Thrones. I'm looking forward to seeing it. We don't do daylight savings so is it on at 8:30 or 7:30pm? I check and discover it's 7:30. Luckily I haven't missed much!