WEEKLY WAIL

COLONIALIST HAS THE MUTTERS

I cannot believe it has been four days without finding the time to do more than glance at a few posts, or do a post myself.  I really have got too many irons in the fire at the moment.  One gets to a stage of going into a flat spin trying to decide which to yank out next, and ending up in such a tizzy that all them simply sit there until the fire needs rekindling.
I had fair warning that it wasn’t going to be a good day on Thursday.  When one discovers part of a manuscript strewn on the study floor first thing, and nobody knows whether it was the baby or monkeys responsible, and then a formatting that late at night looked fine turns out to be less than perfect, the signs are there.  They become stronger when it transpires said baby needs to go to the doctor to check out wheezes, and when internet suddenly does a flit.  Even more indication comes from the satisfied smirk on the face of a collie returning from the beach.  Sure enough, she had performed some major carpentry and demolished another section of fence.  Impossible without a crowbar and the help of a gorilla with a bad attitude, but she had done it anyway

One really gets the message, though, when the door on the fridge side of a head-height fridge/freezer suddenly falls off, doing a lot of damage to all fragile items kept on shelves on the inside of it in the process.  The bottom strap and supporting pin had collapsed. (A lot of scrambled egg was on the lunch menu.)

Further joy comes when someone who had ordered stock saying it was quite desperately needed for the morning, and which one had done triple-back-flips to obtain immediately, simply doesn’t bother to collect, and when despite increasingly rude messages a previously reliable creditor simply doesn’t pay quite a large amount.

During the day, every time I got settled into something, something would come to unsettle me.  Workmen to give quotes, workmen to restore door, emergencies with the other computer being driven by Sr-i-L and Much Better Half – and sudden projects they needed help with – idiotic phone calls, then finding it was time to fetch young R from playschool and discovering that I was parked in and having to grab daughter’s car.

I’m sure I’ve left out quite a lot, but you get the general idea.  The day before, when there was an emergency visit to the dentist to restore a crown, and the other day when I parked too close to a pole and MBH dented all the way along one side of the car against it, were breezes by comparison.

I am surely on the verge of winning a major Lotto, just to compensate.  Which reminds me of what R said to me yesterday on the way back home, word for word.  ‘I told my daddy I wanted a real farm, and he went and bought a Lotto ticket at the shop and he said that if it wins I can have anything that my little heart desires.’

Since penning the foregoing woes they have been supplemented with another bout of boomerang flu, this time with sniffles, cough, sore throat, headache – and the most vile stomach cramps.  Fortunately the latter went away fairly quickly.

Anyway, I think the doldrums may be beaten now.  A breath of wind has come with the successful completion of a couple of projects today, as well as an excellent bit of news regarding eldest granddaughter, about which more will follow.

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