Tales of Phyllis

Kosov was at work, so it was just Phyllis who I took to the big green shed, Bunnings hardware store, for charity fund raiser sausage with onions on top (controversial. Should they be on top or the bottom?). Phyllis declined the sausage. He thought it would be like a hotdog. 

He decided it was his turn to choose a balcony annual, and I really wish I had gone to the posh plant nursery in Surrey Hills. Most of the plants on offer looked like they were the leftovers after everyone had bought the best. We bought a purple pansy, which should be ok. Purple and mauve are Phyllis' favourite colour. 

It was then on to Port Melbourne's Bay Street, for coffee and cake. Phyllis bought a small pizza, and I as gay man, naturally bought a slice of lemon meringue pie. We both had coffee and then Phyllis bought a cake too. 

Phyllis was looking his absolutely girliest, wearing wide flowery pants, his nails beautifully painted, with plenty of bling and a new wrap over his shoulders. 

The back story. At the bakery there are two baristas, both of which Ray and I used to like. One is East European, cute with an almost shaved head. I would guess Latvian or Lithuanian. That is an educated guess. The other I think white Australian, and in summer when he wore tight shorts, well the rear view of him was rather impressive. It helps that they are both really nice guys too.

Well, the last barista I mentioned complimented Phyllis on his outfit and look, and then young female staff joined in with compliments to Phyllis. Phyllis was over the moon with the compliments. I full know what people think when they us out together. Ah yes, younger foreign born with a rich sugar daddy. I need a tee shirt, He is just my tenant. But that would be a lie. While Phillip and Kosov are my tenants, boarders, lodgers, whatever, they have become important in my life, and that was not what I was expecting. I know they will move on one day, but... I don't want to think about it. 

Phyllis attended Uni today, which is rare, everything is mostly online, and then later passed the final part of his driver learner permit test after visiting he VicRoads office and he now has a driving learner's permit.

I will suggest he has a couple of professional driving lessons by an RACV approved driving instructor, and I need to check my car insurance to ensure that a learner can drive my car. 

I was having my afternoon rest in my bedroom and about 5.15 Phyllis and Kosov arrived home. I could hear rapid fire voluble Tamil being spoken loudly. Somethings up.

I ventured out from my room and there much ado, with Phyllis having lost his phone. He soon went out to check where he has been. Later he went out to buy a new cheap sim card, so he could lock down his bank account. He was stressed, Kosov was stressed, and naturally I am stressed for him. He borrowed Ray's phone, but soon gave up on that. The big problem with getting his phone back is that the battery was flat. I hope some kind soul will charge up his phone and call the number that is not locked on the phone. If your memory is good, he lost his phone last year, the day before he returned to India to see his family. He got it back just hours before he was due to depart. 

He came to the kitchen just before 7.00 to prepare my meal. I told him to forget it. I can do it myself. He seemed relieved. 

I gave him comforting hugs and assured him even if he doesn't get his phone back, it is not the end of the world. Believe me, I know similar after my Google account was killed.

Ah, the kiddies keep me so occupied. Yes, my insurance covers him. He said he first wants a couple of driving lessons from me. I said not. I found a nice looking RACV driving instructor of Indian heritage. After a couple of lessons, then I will get his learning driver up to the needed hours. For a few years I taught people to drive, albeit not cars.

Tonight I called Tradie Brother for his birthday. He left his phone on his car roof two weeks ago, and it has not been returned after I guess falling off. Oldest Niece is sorting out a new phone and logins for her dad.

Here are a few photos of food Phyllis has made or improved.