Waiting to go on…

After 3 or more months of rehearsal it’s the first night of the panto at penkhull . Robin Hood is going to run round in a flap with  his merry men. Prince John, the sheriff of penkhull and the goons are taxing and harassing people. The villagers are assisting  Robin in his attempts to be macho.

I’m nervous. I need to hide!

I hope not to break a real leg! See you on the other side… DSC_1495

Waiting

Waiting for Spring. On days like today when the clouds seem to want to dump all its rain in one go.

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The rain comes down like stair rods, whatever they are? The wind buffets the trees and the grey sky gets darker. In fact it’s so dull we have the living room light on to dispel the gloom.

Waiting for warmer weather, instead of sitting with the central heating on full blast and sitting next to a small oil heater for extra warmth.

Waiting to go out. When the squall subsides I might go out and get into the very fresh air… And breathe…..

Waiting for crocuses. The snowdrops are already in flower. That short few weeks where their brilliant white and green dots the ground and lightens the mood. Then daffodils and later tulips and finally bluebells, before the canopy of trees grows over and spreads its leaves across the garden.

Then it’s shade is dappled with sunlight. Then the wait will be over

The contents of my kitchen

Are in my living room!

Its 10.21 am, and I am surrounded by “stuff” from the kitchen, pots, pans, plates, potatos, peas….ok enough p’s.. although I am a bit “peed” off.

We were promised that work would start today, well it was a bit of a vague promise along the lines of  “all being well”. Being a little naive about these things I expected the workman to arrive, possibly very early, to begin the job. But having seen numerous tv make over programmes I guessed it might not happen.  Especially after he didn’t answer his phone to me, so I have resorted to leaving text messages.

Having a husband with anxiety issues has made things doubly difficult. I cannot bin a lot of things because of his attachments to them. To be honest I’m also not able to let go of some things either. We have had to look at everything and decide what to keep and what to bin or give away. I’m posting photos …the heap of stuff is minus the bike parts which were in two of the cupboards.

What would you do in this situation?

UPDATE

Things were sorted out and we now have a starting date. I had assumed there was a problem when in actual fact it was a genuine mistake. However my excuse is that because of my husband’s anxiety things can seem far worse than they actually are.

 

The empty box at the front is for the cat!

 

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