Spotted in the Express

I'm glad I sorted out our problem without escalation, I think the new soil graded over the plots in Grace's row will improve things.

Maybe this will perk me up a bit.

Last time I said that it had the reverse effect but this time it hardly matters. I haven't been eating very well or the right foods so a good old fashioned feed may help, too late today for this to be ready though so I'll tackle cooking it tomorrow morning, these vacuum sealed packages are great and you can go way the the use by date.
Being single again every day I seem to get reminded of how important I am. Today the pharmacy let me down, emailed asking to get another repeat of my pills, no reply. When I was married I'd get a reply shortly afterwards.
Saw the council had misspelt Grace's birth town (Parkes) in their on-line cemetery register, emailed them, no reply. Saw the funeral people about something else, mentioned it, "oh dear we made a mistake" they advised council and were advised it'd be done in a week (a week for a few key presses), maybe it just gave them time to work out we weren't important to bother doing, still waiting.
I told the tale of the flowers the other day, the workers must have just replaced Grace's flowers to other graves when they realised we wouldn't be important enough to have flowers.

The list can go on but single men are only useful for the taxes they pay to subsidise others, since I'm on the pension I have no real use any more.

If by chance a lonely woman of the female variety reads this, feel free to email me, I'd like to feel of some importance again.

A bit of research can calm nerves.

Grace got a new flower today and armed with a camera and a leaky memory I checked some of the nearby graves, and am now certain that her flowers have been shuffled to other graves, probably just misplaced during the work and mistakenly replaced, no need for me to blow up about this now, the only issue is how to steal them back without appearing to steal them.

The pink arrows show where they are now, and the blue arrow dead flowers belong on the grave left of screen.

New flower for Grace.

The stress just doesn't stop.

I went out to the cemetery to see Grace and if anything has happened in the last week, I've been waiting for a plaque to magically appear but it now appears unlikely to happen until February when people come back from holiday.
They must know we're not important people as only our flowers were removed when they've done soil topdressing in her row.

The pink bit is Grace's and now looking very bare, next week I shall take a flower for her and hope it lasts a few weeks before they find an excuse to remove it.
At least the stress will either make me stronger or kill me, either way I win.

This was how it looked last Saturday, nothing too outrageous and since her plot lacks the vase holes the other's have, about as out of the way as we can have for now.

Six great weeks ahead.

The Big Bash cricket tournament hit off tonight, it has become a sporting highlight of the year in its few short years. What really helps is that it isn't shown, and thus ruined by being covered by free TV, since it's subscription only we get to see entire games in high definition, something so rare on free TV that it would be noteworthy if they ever managed showing a sport that way.

Always breaking, always fixing.

It just never stops, how people get bored when they retire is beyond me, I'm busier than ever.

I must have pushed the wrong size plug into this android box, naturally the soldered joint of the centre pin broke.

It was a simple repair even if it's as rough as...... because it was too hard to see.

Another visit to the Herbert River Men's Shed.

Today Dave was giving an example of how to set fire to a workbench using a welder.

It cheered me up.