Rushing... Rushing...

Well, Xmas has hit with a vengeance.  One last week of work, I have to go to Melbourne, the Xmas lights are not up yet, the kids need photos with Santa, the lawn mower is ready to be picked up and I only have Saturday morning as a window of opportunity to mow the lawn – which is at record high levels due to the rain – and guess what…

 

The doctor believes I have torn my “meniscus cartilage” and I am booked in to see the orthopaedic surgeon for an initial consultation in January.  The Doc feels that they will send me for an MRI and then probably “trim” the offending flap of torn cartilage.  Joy Oh Joy.

 

Because I am spending Mon / Tues / Wed in Melbourne, I am flying down on Sunday morning and taking Niki with me as well… I’ll take her shopping on Sunday afternoon and then dinner on Sunday night, but she’ll be flying back on her own (her first solo flight!) on Monday.  I am looking forward to that very much as we haven’t been out to dinner alone since our anniversary in June!!

 

But when I get back, I have a Xmas drinks on the Thursday and then the last day of work on the Friday will apparently be basically a lunch and not much else…

 

Also, yesterday, at the office we were debating the merits of sending a delegation of people to Spain to deal with our recalcitrant contractor who is based in Ferrol… given we’re talking about January and its mid-December now, this sudden trip is extremely very sudden!

 

Talk about rushed!