Sunday, supermarket & the Sunshine Coast Daily (sunday version)

Sunday morning @ 4am I woke as I have done for the last week, in the midst of an anxiety attack…….. ‘what if I woke up and the world had died ??’
Well of course it hadn’t. I was sobered by the reading from a ‘diggers’ diary (on ABC radio national); of his suffering on the western front from WW1. This is an Oz thing. On the 25th of April each year we commemorate ANZAC day , which celebrates one of the worst disasters in Australian military history.
So there I was feeling sorry for myself and I am listening to some-one whose life was immeasurably worse than mine has ever been….somewhere in this I fell asleep only to wake up listening to ’singers of renown’ on ABC national….except the usual narator is suffering from what I imagine is a terminal illness, so they are just recycling ‘the best of’…….. and I was feeling sorry for myself.

I have to be honest here and admit to some ’shafting’ so this could be the basis of my anxiety, but hey it is Sunday so how bad could it get?
A lot worse, actually. Sunday is my morning at the supermarket. I chose this ‘first thing sunday’ as it appeared all the populous were either indulging in sexual excesses or at church, and the supermarket was usually quiet. BUT not any more!! There is something really ugly about a woman who has thrown the kids into the car and thrashed them round the local shops early on a sunday morning…… these are not woman to toy with or even smile at. They have discovered that sunday morning is the time to shop…… god it is ugly: trolly rage is rampant, and people like that should be sterilized.
Could the day get any worse??? yes, I collect my sunday papers, drag myself home and sit and read the “Sunshine Coast Sunday”. They actually chop down trees to produce this pap. I cannot believe that I actually owned shares in the company and didn’t vote to shut it down as a blot on the publishing landscape……… the daily version is much, much worse and has won the ‘2007 PANPA AUSTRALIAN NEWSPAPER OF THE YEAR’…. I always thought PANPAS were a brand of disposal nappy ( trans: diaper) and if you read it you wouldn’t disagree. I read an article on the travails of Olivia Newton John …. has she suffered!!!!!!. Can she emote??

I notice my stars say my colour is ; slate …..slate for godsake……..but here is the spooky bit…. apparently by the end of the week I shall be spectacularly well off: well just me and 8.3% of the population that share my star sign. I’m hanging in for a big tattslotto win.

Oh if you are worrying that the day was a complete disaster??? the answer is no… A friend with benefits turned up offering benefits mid afternoon(thanks A)….. but I had a nose bleed during the pas d’ duex due to a well place elbow jab….. I would love a pithy line for a situation where you are mopping your blood off anothers body while stuffing a ‘man size’ tissue up your left nostril. ‘Oops’ doesn’t seem to encapsulate the moment, even with the acting skills of an Olivia Newton John……..
…….tomorrow is one day closer to my ‘unprecedented financial gain’ ….wow!! Slate? yeah sounds lucky.

~ by attributi on April 27, 2008.