Psych Girl arrived with Busta the Wonder Dog for another excellent weekend of... basically sitting on the lounge in front of the fire and watching the entire series of The Staircase. I love winter. No grass to mow. No trees to water. No gardens to weed. Humans can live through winter as nature intended - in caves with fur and big meat dinners - and DVDs.
Psych Girl is also known as The Demographic. One of my few friends in the age group tv executives are passionately interested in: female consumers under 30. So her opinion on anything tv is pored over like sand in the creek (there's gold in them thar hills). Her timing coincided with the premier ep of Underbelly Razor. She took great delight when she realised she was 'the friend' I told the Mudgee Guardian I'd be watching the episode with (I could hardly confess to our local tabloid that on the night Razor went to air I'd probably be sitting Nigel No Friends alone in front of the telly. Unfortunately, that got me into trouble with everyone who read the article and wasn't with me that night. Why aren't they the special friend...?)
Despite our self-imposed (Lack of) Work Ethic we did managed to cram a lot into the weekend. Much wood was gathered for fires, a last farewell to the neighbours who've sold the property bordering mine, some cattle moving and fox baiting filled in the time between eating large meals of red meat and watching tv.
The Parents got points for bonding with Busta (lifting him onto the ute when they worried he was getting tired from the run up through the bush) and lost them again by nearly running over him! (No dog stands between my father and Scrabble apparently).
But everyone finished the weekend alive - though no doubt kilos fatter! And The Dog and I sadly waved goodbye to The Demographic and Busta the Wonder Dog....
Actually, that's not quite true. As they drove off in one direction (hastily dispatched slightly earlier than usual) I abandoned The Dog to care of The Parents and drove at speed to the airport. At short notice a dinner had been convened by The Cowboy Producer (he's from Western Australia, which I tend to think of as being something like Texas) with Incredibly Spunky Actor (one of The Demographic's favourites, in fact). Another person might have turned down the offer... no, no, I'd love to be there, but a friend is staying, I couldn't possibly abandon her... But that would be another person that's not me. Off you you, Demographic, what's a few hours less, yes, I know you drove all this way to spend time with me, but I'm sure you'll want to get back to Sydney early so you're all ready for work on Monday...
So I drove, then I flew, then I taxied, then I walked on titter-totter heels - by now dressed in finest of clothes for dazzling Incredibly Spunky Actor with incredible beauty, graciousness and poise (what, this old thing, just something I threw on at the last minute...) to arrive at the glamorous restaurant and be told... Incredibly Spunky Actor had had last minute tooth surgery (what??) and wouldn't be joining us (I say again what??) Needless to say, The Demographic laughed herself silly.
And I felt just a little bit, just a tiny bit, just a wee little tad... silly myself.
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