Wonder Years

I know I’ve said it before …. but you’ve gotta love the endless entertainment and people watching opportunities while travelling on a  train .

Today while returning to the outer western ‘burbs’ after a meeting,  I found myself on the ‘quiet carriage’ … (such a great invention) … and it was all beautifully peaceful….until ….

The well dressed guy sitting opposite me with his ear plugs firmly in place, started tapping his feet in time with a favourite song. There he was in a world of his own busting a  few dance moves with his feet, while sitting with his head back and eyes closed, and looking like he was in heaven.

I sat pondering the obvious enjoyment of this young man who was clearly in his own little  bubble   ….then suddenly he burst into song…loud…clear …and definitely waaay off key… Hilarious!

Then, just like  someone flicked a switch, he opened his eyes and instantly realised where he was, and that he had an audience…OOPS!

Mmmm probably not QUITE ready for the X Factor mate …thanks for the entertainment, but my advice  stick?… with your day job.

Having been drilled into the fine art of ‘hospital corners’ as a young nurse … it pains me to see how sloppy we have become with the craft of creating a well made bed.

Last century’s introduction of fitted sheets ….quickly followed by the feather doona, changed                                     our whole approach to the job… No more need for neatness, just stretch the bottom sheet and let        the elastic do the rest …then fluff the doona and it’s done.

SO easy, yet today I couldn’t manage it before I ran out the door.

It’s a funny thing, but I can count on one hand, the days that  I’ve left the house without making the bed …and I’ve gotta admit  that it’s just one of ‘those’ obsessions for me . I can’t bear the idea of crawling into an unmade bed (whatever that is given that we don’t ACTUALLY  make them these days) … nor walking back into the house after work to see  a pile of feathers lumped in the middle of the mattress.

Long gone are the old days of smooth flat fitted  sheet… top sheet …and a couple of blankets all turned  over at the top and perfectly tucked, before being topped off with a floral fitted bedspread.

Today I’m wondering if it would be too difficult to create some consistency between car fuel tanks. I mean why can’t they all be on the same side?

I have access to a number of different cars in any one day, so it’s easy to get caught out at the petrol pump… you know, pulling up on the wrong side only to find the hose wont reach and there you are with the cap off  and needing to move the car . It happened to me not once but twice today today…. in the  pouring rain. (Someone once told that the fuel indicator l light  is a hint as to which side the fuel cap is located …. whichever side the hose is shown, supposedly the side you would find the fuel tank… Well  I can confirm that THAT is a load  of nonsense).

Its bad enough when you squeeze the last drop out of your own fuel tank, but when you jump in a fleet car to discover the petrol warning  light blinking…and you need to rush into the nearest petrol station … well !!!

I wheeled in, and found myself doing battle to find the latch to unlock the tank….then jumped out into the rain to discover I was on the wrong side of the pump!!! aaargh lets just say I was ‘not impressed’ (and quite wet) – but the time I reached my destination .

oops ~ my bad

nothing like losing a whole week somewhere