…there was the smell of panic. And the sound of slightly hysterical laughter. (Oh no – I used an adverb! Flagellate me now!)
Status report follows:
car smells lovely. Rightly so. Just cost nearly £600 to fix and needs another £150 spending shortly.
- boiler has broken. Boiler man said to husband: ‘Blimey! One of them that’s still working!’ when he saw the model of the boiler. This is Not a Good Sign. He is searching for a part and ringing tomorrow.
- there is a lot of paperwork for work that I should be doing. And should have done. Gulp.
- today daughter had 2 appointments, 2 of which I had to take her to.
- between these appointments (nos. 1 & 3) I had to
- have lunch
- go to work no. 2 and do an hour
- go home to clear a path through study that’s undergoing major move, in case boiler man needed to look at tank and control panel too
- write 2 lengthy notes to family members in case timing of everything went pear shaped, timing wise, as children were not expecting boiler man
- prepare dinner (which burnt whilst out at appointment 3 and Asda, because the foil was ripped)
- Mop floor because washing machine is misbehaving
- Dress up and be on the door of a huge Halloween party & disco at the village hall (for work no.1), taking money from dozens of underfives, overfives and their suffering parents/grandparents (whilst boiling alive, constantly running out of change, struggling to rip off stubborn ‘you are owed a hotdog’ raffle tickets,and being assailed by smell of aforementioned hotdogs – which I wasn’t allowed to eat)
My feet are cold (no heating) and I request permission to lay down in a darkened room.