Abandoned ship

So I haven't touched this blog for over a month now and so out of my own personal disgrace, I've come back to make it pretty again. Doesn't it look fresher and sparklier and aren't you glad those doinky squares are gone?

I am the mum that forgets to feed her child but buys it a ribbon for its hair instead.

Where middle class guilt gets you

The scene: Outside an Indonesian Restaurant in Randwick
Players: St Mary, ND, Mush (myself), Old Con lady

Mush, ND, St Mary: Blah blah blah.. weather.. pancakes... randomised small talk
Old Con Lady: (rolls up in walker, is wizened and hunched and about a hundred years old): bus money... bus money.. please bus money (holds out coin purse)
Mush, ND, St Mary all look at each other and start patting out pockets for change.
St Mary: I have nothing
Mush: I'm out
ND: I have some money (passes her two dollars)

Old Con lady: (receives the money, looks up, looks down, looks up, looks down) .... two fifty?

ND: (patiently) you have two fifty. There's fifty cents in your coin purse.

Old Con lady: Oh. No? (Visibly deflates. Stands there deflated.)

(The restaurant door opens and a waiter comes out with a big bag of takeway and hangs it on the handle of her walker)

Waiter: Here's your takeaway! (whistles, strolling back inside)

Mush, St Mary and ND: (eye her as they realise they've been conned by a master and that that fifty cents isn't going to be so forthcoming)

Old Con Lady: (surreptiously wheels away to enjoy her food and free transport home)