My darling Dad turned ninety-one on Monday. He has a dodgy heart, diabetes, arthritis and can only totter around these days. He has told Mum that he can't hear her anymore, but he managed to hold a reasonably lengthy conversation with me over the phone. Without his hearing aids! His wit is intact and he still enjoys a good book. Dad, I salute you.
On Tuesday, we travelled to the edges of the Big Smoke to discuss final funeral arrangements for Judy. I have never witnessed so much procrastination dragging on for such a length of time. Lucky, Sandra, Michael and Darryl were attempting to reduce a vast array of songs down to four favourites for the service. This was not the first discussion regarding songs...
Wendy and I spent the latter part of this exercise rolling our eyes and abandoning them to fight it out. When one of them put on Sarah Brightman sounding like a strangled chook, even Michael had had enough. I think the choices were eventually decided in the end..." strewth Narelle!"
Yesterday turned into an epic of monumental proportions at the East End Gallery. One of our artists has decided to take his paintings away next Wednesday as they have failed to sell here in Beverley. Another of our artists changed over some of his works. And we had six new paintings to hang, somewhere.
The Gallery was literally turned upside down and inside out. Plinths were moved, window ledges were cleaned, furniture rearranged, most of our paintings changed their location and the art pieces to be returned taken down and stacked neatly. . Then I had to produce a new catalogue. Which I finished at nine o'clock. And then I gratefully returned to the House that Rocks for several large glasses of vino, some leftover chicken and bed..." strewth Narelle".
And last night was late night shopping in Heavenly Beverley for the second week in a row. Very disappointing, people. One sale. Dixie Casey, one of the drivers the school bus shot into a Gallery to buy a spider and left before I could give her a raffle ticket! So Dixie, when you read this, come in and choose a ticket for the draw to win a print for Christmas...
We had one other visitor and witnessed the installation of a Christmas tree across in the park. It is a truly hideous lime green. However, startlingly, unexpectedly, it looked beautiful lit up as night arrived. I'll temper my judgement for now. Just as long as I don't look at the tree too many times during the day...
But, apart from that excitement, we could have fired a cannon down main street Beverley and hit nobody. I assumed that after my post last week on Beverley's Buy, Sell and Notices page, which resulted in dozens of "likes" and positive responses, the street would be crawling with shoppers taking advantage of our very talented town centre.
Two more weeks of late night shopping to go. Come and experience Wednesday late night shopping, Beverley style, whether you're local, from the Avon Valley, Perth or further afield!
"Strewth Narelle"!
For Dad...
The perils of procrastination...
Not even this busy last night...bollocks...
Come and see me at the East End Gallery!
And make sure you frock up for late night shopping Beverley style!
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