machines 3 March 2009
So, all round frustration ensues and murderous thoughts abound…small matter of no heating in the main bathroom nor hot water and us with visitors – lovely. A strop from me got those issues sorted but I resent having to be the Bad Guy to get results.
The washing machine man came and went and all seemed well till after the first wash when the bleddy thing decided to go back to tripping the fusebox…he shall have to return.
Unpacked a few boxes – god but we have a lot of pretty but useless and unneccessary shite…a jettison may be in order.
Any good news, Pauline, I hear you ask – well, heartwarmingly, my poor wrecked and neglected garden has thrown up a few daffodils (the jolliest of all the flowers, I think) and there are buds of other wonders peeking through – long after my stress-filled bod has departed this earth it will continue it’s joyous miracles and I’ll be somewhere in the ether (or whatever..or NOT, of course) wondering why I let things get to me when all that beauty was around and just waiting to be appreciated.
And a laugh from Jonathan who assures me that whatever about my dignity being intact on leaving the Theatre Awards on Sunday night, I did manage to berate one friend for never having ‘given’ another friend a baby (an issue that is none of my business, not indeed on the agenda for either of them now, if indeed it ever was). So, I clearly misplaced my tact during that doo while sternly lashed to my dignity – if anyone finds it, do return – you’ll know it as it’s flimsy at the best of times and will probably be whimpering in a corner somewhere.
