My friend needed help today, she is not from this city and she does not have many friends so I offered to help ring a company for her to help sort a problem out.
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For heating press 2
For all other problems press 3.
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Ring, ring, ring, ring.
All of our assistants are busy
There will be at least a twenty minute wait.
Soft, gentle music……
Sky keeps going dark grey, a sudden squall of rain then bright again, sunshine and showers. I’m watching the trees bend in the wind, the weather station anammometer twirling in the wind. In some places round here the power is out.
As I watch the blitzortung app on my phone I can see thunderstorms trundling across the country. Their trails changing from white, yellow, orange and red. White most recent, red in the past. You can track their movement. I’m not sure if they will get here or bypass us.
The weather is unseasonably autumnal. Festivals due to be happening thus weekend have been cancelled because of the strong winds. I’m sitting here in the dark. The radio is on. My hubby is making coffee and I’m waiting for the first flash.
I’ve felt better.
I got up early this morning because we were due to drive up to Yorkshire to visit a friend. But I felt lousy. My hubby has had a bad cough and sore throat. Well now I’ve got it too.
No chance of driving all that way, we were going to visit Fountains Abbey, but I guess I will have to wait until I’m better and we can book to go again.
Life is topsy turvey. Everything is mixed up now. I had planned to do things but it feels like I am being held back. Ah well that’s life.
I’ll be there this afternoon.
I’ll be there soon.
I’m on my way…
I’ll be there today
Or maybe tomorrow
If the weather holds.
He’s prone to colds.
I’m in a rage
It’s been an age.
Well now he’s late
Choose a new date.
Watching paint dry
I might just die!
Waiting, it’s like watching paint dry.
The time goes on and the paint shrinks slightly, maybe wrinkles as the water evaporates.
I’m sitting with my phone waiting for a call, hoping that it will ring soon….
Still waiting, another hour gone.
Still waiting, the paint is half dried, now it’s tacky…
Oh what can I do while I’m waiting? I can’t go out, because I need to be here when it happens. I will ring the number….
Oh no! No answer! Are they on their way? Not answering because they are driving? Where are they coming from. Is there traffic? Are there traffic jams?
Waiting…. Time trickles through the hourglass faster and slower. The paint is almost dry. The fine grain of the brush strokes smoothing out.
A call! We are on our way, but, (there is always a ‘but’) there is a major accident….. On the motorway….. Grid lock….. Have to change our eta…. Etc….
The paint is cracking and peeling…. They never arrived. Now I’m waiting again for someone new 😕
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…
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?
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!