Did I swim this morning? Yes. Yes I did. Thanks for asking…
Then we went out to the airport to say goodbye to M’s niece and squeeze. (Why do I have so much trouble spelling the word ‘niece’? It just looks wrong however I type it. Gah.) Hung around the house with M’s other sister, Y, until J came over with her 11 month old grandson, Ben. He is M’s GREAT-NEPHEW – bwah HA HA! – and he is very cute. M and I were made to look after him while his sisters went to see someone at the bank. It seems that everyone is nicer to you when you’re pushing around some cute kid in a pram (…back when I was a nanny, everyone just used to look at me like my life was RUINED because I was 19, dressed entirely in black with a tiny baby that I had to push around St Kilda to make it sleep).
J apparently was a disgrace at the bank as she’d knocked back ONE glass of wine before going, and Y had to explain to the bank manager what a cheap drunk her sister is. When they got back, J had three more wines and that was it – she was a staggering, semi-hysterical gigglepot. Y took care of the baby and sorted out some dinner, while her squeeze and J, M and I hung out with the next door neighbours. I half carried J home, where she wisely stuck to soft drink. I’d shared a bottle of champagne with her on Thursday and she’d been fine. I mentioned this and she said that champagne is the only alcohol that she has any tolerance for!
M had been doing his own imbibing throughout the afternoon, while Y and I stayed moderate. It was about 9pm when they decided that the time was right to take Faye’s ashes out and scatter them into the bay at the end of the pier. We’d planned on going out in a boat, but the weather was too crap, and we figured she wouldn’t mind, as long as the tide was high. I felt like a bit of an imposter, but on the other hand I was fairly determined to go along. I asked J whether she minded me tagging along, and she said ‘no’. So I didn’t pursue it.