Tying bows

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I was at the hairstylists' the other day and please  note that I didn't say the old-fashioned term of 'hairdresser' because I am so up to modern-day usage.

Anyway, I was moaning to the hairdresser (whoops...) about bows on clothes.

"I cut mine off my blouse," I said.  "They were on the sleeves and annoying me with all that  flapping."

"You're so right."  My hairstylist  pointed to her own shoes.  Apparently she'd cut the bows off them.

A second hairstylist butted into the conversation.   "I cut the bows off this top I'm wearing," she said.  "From the middle of the neckline."

This got the three of us talking -

We wondered who kept coming up with the idea that women liked bows as clothing attachments?  Bows are always coming undone. A wearer can never get them looking pristinely tied again once they come apart.   They look ungainly, and six year old girls playing with Barbie and My Little Pony must surely be the only females who like bows as an accessory?

Bows?  Huh?  Who's joining me in a nation-wide boycott?

Supermarkets, drat them!

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Does anyone else have the same trouble as I do when they pop into the supermarket for 'just one thing'?

"Ooohh, what's this-"  I reach to a shelf.  "Cake In A Cup?  A cake made in a cup?  In the microwave? In just one minute with just a spoonful or three of milk?  Good golly, I need this." 

I take a packet containing four helpings.  Then I  reach for more packets.  I mean, come on, it's a cake in a cup, for goodness sake.

The floodgates are open.  I can get three packets of jelly babies for just $5, two chops for the price of one and, OMG , Weightwatchers meals are on special and so I scoop up three meals.

Ten minutes later, I've swapped my shop basket for a trolley.

By the time I get to the car with a trolleyfull of  swag, I've completely forgotten to buy the four-pack of toilet rolls, the one product I came in for.  Oh well, pass me today's newspaper please!

walking Wellington

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I love walking around Wellington.  One of my fave walks is from Miramar Wharf to Oriental Bay.  I puff and pant up the Hataitai hill that's behind the cafe at Greta Point, then walk for a while with the sea a long way down on my right.  When I am almost at the end of the peninsular and I can get a glimpse of the sea on my opposite side, I cross the road to go down the lovely green-belt zig zag path to Oriental Bay.  Oriental Bay is named after one of the first ships, the Oriental.

Here's looking down to Oriental Bay and the city from the top of the zig zag .  A dark day -

Being perfect

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The good news is that when I was assessed yesterday for my forthcoming cataract surgery, I had a health check, and my blood pressure and heart were both declared perfect.  Perfect!  Wow!

Take that, Mary Poppins - you're only "Practically Perfect".  But I am ... "Perfect".  It's enough to make me swoon.

The bad news is I have to wait till almost Christmas for my cataract surgery.  My friend says that he refuses to go to Christmas Day dinner with me if I'm wearing an eye patch.  Another friend says that her Christmas present buying dilemma as to what to buy me is now solved;  she's off to purchase a shoulder parrot and a cutless.

My Cataracts

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A friend of mine's doctor said to her,  "I only have to look at your age to know you've got cataracts..."

Over ten years ago, I was told I had little bitty (not the correct medical term) cataracts in the corner  of each eye.  I worried at the time but, after a few years, when they didn't grow,  I never gave my cataract problem much of a further thought.  The diagnosis of glaucoma was a more important worry.

Imagine my surprise when on my return from America I was diagnosed with a cataract in one eye to justify a surgical procedure. Tomorrow I am to have a Wellington Hospital pre-assessment.  The surgical procedure should be soon.

And, I have heard various tales, rumours, myths about the length of time it will be before I can swim again.  Somewhere between one and two months seems to be the consensus.

Darn-it.

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(7 swims so far this month.)

City flowers

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It's so nice to get a sweet pretty place right-smack-dab in the middle of Wellington city.  It's only a small little garden, and it's between a couple of pedestrian crossings, with shops all round, but how great to spot prettiness where you least expect it.  Thanks, Wellington City Council.

Halloween in Miramar

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"Trick or treat!"  Two ghostly kiddiewinks (Dad hovering in the background) hollered at me as I opened my front door.  I rushed my hand to my heart in fright.  An Oscar-winning performance if I do say so myself.

I said, "I don't have any lollies ("candy' If you're American, 'sweeties' if you're British).  "But here's $2 apiece-" .

The kiddies oohhed and aahhed in appreciation. Their dad handed me two notepads emblazoned with the logo of his real estate office.

Ah, sponsorship - it's everywhere.