Announcing a major new competition, with unbelievable prizes (literally). Each one of the last posts during this chem cycle will have a meaningful title. But I will only post the initials. Can you guess tomorrow’s post?
And now for a short rant.
Yesterday we got rid of one of our lodgers at 10am, the other was away for the weekend in Edinburgh, and the new lodger was not expected till later.
So I decided to have a bath (it’s that time of year) and take the rare chance of exercising my manly privilege to wander around the house drip-drying (and with curtains closed)
It didn’t work. I was still sitting in the bath when the first ring on the doorbell came.
By the time we were free we had had 5 visits or requests for help. All from people we care about, all things we were glad to do, but we wish it had not been yesterday.
I’m supposed to have a rest at about 2pm. I got it at 6pm.
Still we did get to watch a film on the TV and were just going to bed, when the phone rang, could SheWhoMustBeObeyed do an emergency babysit, Mum needed to be taken in to hospital. You don’t say no to that from a friend, but my wife got back at 4:30 am.
That made us late getting up, and meant I was delayed making a meat pie for our monthly meal together at church, so I came late with that. (The pie was a success, I’ll post the recipe tomorrow.)
We came home and tried to get some sleep. At this point I should explain I was slightly constipated, so I took a Movicol dose. It worked! I spent most of this evening sitting in a small room, head bowed, meditating upon my assets. I just hope I can get some sleep tonight.
At this point I’m getting worried about my wife’s lack of sleep, and she’s getting worried about mine, so we had a row. “It’s your fault. You want to look after me, but you won’t let me look after you!”
It’s now 11pm, and I am going to bed. All I can say is it’s a good job I am publishing the recipe tomorrow. If it had been today, I would have included hemlock in the ingrediants.