Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Aunt Gertrude's obsession



Aunt Gertrude from Australia’s stay with us for a while is certainly causing me strain. It’s not just her accent of course … although Lord knows I’m fed up of hearing her say “Fair Dinkum, mate?” whatever that means.

It’s not her throwaway facts about Australia every now and then either. “Did you know a koala bear is actually not a bear.” She would say. “It is actually a gray furry marsupial which resembles a bear and feeds almost exclusively on eucalyptus leaves.”

“Interesting …” I would reply hiding my total lack of interest.

“And the kangaroo cannot actually pass wind …” she would go on. Not that I cared to know that fact in the first place. Apparently, its gut does not have the necessary bacteria to create the gaseous emission which we all suffer from occasionally. And that’s probably why it keeps hopping around instead of walking or running like everyone else.

No … what really gets to me about Aunt Gertrude is her total and absolute obsession in saving money. She definitely is the ultimate housekeeper. She was widowed three times and every time she kept the house.

Whenever we go out shopping she insists on haggling and trying to get the price down. In the weekend market near us the price of fruits and vegetables is clearly displayed on each market stall; yet she insists on asking the stall-holder “Are you sure mate?” in her Australian accent. When they confirm the price she replies “You’re kidding me? Right! In Adelaide it’s at least half that price!”

Last Sunday we took her to a nice tea shop we often frequent in a small village near us and enjoyed tea with scones and potted cream and jam.

You know those little packets of butter they normally have on the table? And the small plastic containers with various jams, and the small sachets of sugar? Well, she insisted on putting all the unused ones in her bag as we left.

“We’ve paid for them cobber!” she said with a smile as I protested, “I can have them for breakfast!”

I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or insulted. After all, we have plenty of butter, sugar and jam at home.

The other day the phone rang once and then stopped. A minute later it rang once again and stopped.

“That’s for me,” she said, “may I use your phone?”

She picked up the phone and dialed out and spoke for about half-an-hour.

Apparently she had worked out that it is cheaper to phone from our home to Australia rather than the other way round. She had worked it out to the nearest penny including working out the daily exchange rate between the two currencies.

So she agreed with her friend back home that her friend would phone twice and put the receiver down as a signal for Auntie to ring Australia.

I don’t mind the ruse, but not once did she actually offer to pay me for the calls; so she effectively phoned for free.

The other day I caught her bending down in the garden and saying to the bush “Give it to me … give it to me …”

I thought her Australian mind had gone walkabout in the outback.

She was actually talking to the cat who had just caught a pigeon. Eventually she retrieved the pigeon and brought it to the kitchen and prepared it to bake in a pie. Apparently back home she often makes pies with all sorts of road-kills to save money.

No one would eat the pie when it was finally baked and we convinced her to share our turkey roast instead and give the pie to the cat.

12 comments:

  1. Your going to miss her when she's gone, Cobber.

    G'day!

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    1. You know, I think you're right Hand-Maid. She is likeable in some strange Australian way. And she likes the amber nectar, so she can't be all bad. We've shared many a can.

      God bless.

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  2. Eating road kill... wait isnt there a law against it in Leviticus? Now that's going too far! :)

    Blessings,

    José D. Pinell.

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    1. I don't know Jose. Is Leviticus a gourmet restaurant?

      God bless.

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  3. Oh my gosh, I've just discovered that I'm Auntie Gertrude!! She's me to a tee.

    Well, almost - I'd have left the sugar behind;-)

    God bless, Victor:-)

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    1. I don't believe it Vicky! You mean you take the packets of butter and jam from cafes too?

      And you phone a friend/relative and put the receiver down as a signal for them to ring you back?

      And you fight a cat over a pigeon?

      AAAAAHHHHHH !!!!! Two Gertrudes in this world !!!! And both Australians.

      God bless you and God bless Australia. The country needs God's blessing with the two of you there ... well, my Gertrude is over here, sadly.

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    1. I suppose I can smile too now, Melanie. But at the time it was very embarrassing in the cafe when she collected all the sugar and butter and jam.

      God bless.

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  5. (laughing too hard to comment)

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    1. I'm glad you're laughing Michael.

      God bless.

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  6. Hey Victor! I'm really enjoying Aunt Gertrude - fabulous new definition of a "house-keeper" by the way!
    Still loving Father Ignatius et al. Your imagination is a wondrous place, coloured with humour and faith.
    Bless you, Gigi

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    1. It's so nice and pleasing that you enjoy my stories Gigi; both the Fr Ignatius and the humourous ones. There are plenty of stories in my books which you can download for FREE. See top left button.

      Thank you for your support and encouragement.

      God bless.

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