DAILY DIARY... "Cut it out!"

Gosh I've missed you. Dear diary, what a month it's been. Dear diary, it's been just like a dream...
Remember that gate? The irritating one that said "keep out" and then jumped onto my car? Turns out my insurance company can't get a bean out of the building company... Could you loan me $300 for the excess? My car is in the panel shop. Oh and so am I. Almost. This irritating skin cancer that my doctor didn't believe I had because the moleman forgot to send him the biopsy results - well it's had its chips, so to speak. Of course that depends on whether the nice specialist actually cuts it out today. You just don't know do you. It gives a whole new appreciation for the term "cut it out!". Remember that? Mom and dad said it - "cut it out!" - when as kids you were up to something inappropriate. I suspect that when a child is wandering around the house looking menacing with a pair of sharp scissors, "cut it out" may not be the best injunction if you value your furniture...
I wonder where the saying comes from? Just saying... It's like "around the bend". It turns out the British built houses for storing people who didn't fit in society in large scary looking homes with a curved driveway. Out of sight, out of mind, Hence "around the bend". I get that way too. And we've had curvey driveways over the years. I recall another insurance claim which had something about a tree in the drive that attacked the car. Or course most days we drove around the tree, thus disempowering the thing.
So I'm giving the "shruggy look" about the insurance. Just get it done, I say, and best when I am not allowed to drive the car. We can both get body shopped together.
That aside, it's been a good couple of weeks. How's that for a surprise. WInter is threatening. But we don't have snow his far north. At worst we get a bit of a chilly breeze. The antidote of course is visiting Chand. Nothing like a curry to warm the cockles of your heart. O my - another weird saying. All about the snail shaped ventricles in the physical organ, Naturally it is a metaphor about feeling really nice. Curry from Chand can do that too, although mild is safer - unless you want a nuclear meltdown to warm everything a tad too much.
If it's really cold, we have a heat pump. Literally, one would expect some kind of fire with bellows. It's really a reverse air conditioner. Of course there were supposed to be two so that you don't have to huddle in the dining room. But the poor old lounge room was left out. Give a job to a committee, they say.
Enough of that. Got to get ready to attack the morning traffic and get to my appointment at 9.05am. I wondered about the time, Why not 8.45am. Or 9.07am. 9.05am it is. I will report for duty and see what the surgeon has to say about the carcinoma that has overstayed it's welcome. Kia kaha dear diary. I'll be back later to have that leftover chicken tikka massala...