There are some days when you just know it is not going to be a good one. It’s nothing to do with the weather either, but as soon as you put your nose and toes out from under the comfort of the duvet, you’re fair game for whatever the day has to throw at you.
Take today. I rolled over and got a face full of dog. OK, I hear the groans of disgust from some of you at having her on the bed, but we are one of the 46% of pet owners who allow their furballs this privilege. It must have been really cold last night because not only was she curled up tight to my armpit, but her ‘baby’ was neatly tucked under the pillow so that when I moved again, I got an almighty squeak in my ear. Time to get up.
My slippers are buried somewhere beneath the pile of clothes that have fallen off the chair during the night. Something that shouldn’t be is lurking within and I shudder as an arachnid scurries out.
All morning bathroom routine done, I get on the scales and discover I’ve put on a kilo. Must have been that extra helping of apple pie the night before. For a change, my pastry had been half decent. Oh well, what goes on quick should come off quick (I hope).
While the kettle is boiling for that much needed cuppa, I proceed to make breakfast. Nothing fancy, just cereal. I don’t know about you, but I am one of these people who likes cold milk on their branflakes. Milk at room temperature is positively YUK, but you’ve guessed it, a replacement carton was not put in the fridge the night before after the last cuppa of the day. Plan B then, toast and marmalade. Bloody hell, no bread either! Never mind, frozen bread can toast.
And so into the day we go. Nothing on the news, nothing in my email, no interesting headlines on the internet, and our postal deliveries aren’t until after midday. I can’t be bothered to do the housework before walking the dog, so we pile in the car to go out to the woods. En route, they’ve got roadworks, so there is some delay until the lights change. You know how it goes though, hit one set of lights and you hit them all. Today was no exception and our 8 mile journey took over 20 minutes.
The walk itself was uneventful bar us seeing a deer and she didn’t, and we were back home after about an hour. We came back a different way to avoid the lights, but got held up by a delivery van blocking the road as it reversed into the supermarket instead.
Once home, the kettle goes on for coffee, and I get the hoover out. It needs emptying before I start and the little funnel thing in the chamber drops into the wheelie bin with the contents so I have to fish it out, leaning into the bin and almost falling in in the process as it was bin day yesterday.
Lunch is a simple but cold sandwich as the first few slices of the loaf have only just defrosted. The afternoon has been allocated to cut the grass with a tempermental mower that hates me, so I am really pushing my luck here. Still, it has to be done as we have a viewing tomorrow and want the garden to look its best. Hubby is on hand to take over should the mower pine for his touch (it’s a Man Thing) but all goes surprisingly well.
The next few hours are actually OK. I don’t burn the dinner, we’ve had no bills in the mail (no mail at all actually) and after the washing up’s done, armed with a cup of tea, I settle down to relax with my trusty computer and game plan (yes I know, I’m sad). I have a few word games on board and aim for scoring over 100,000 on one (the closest I’ve got to date is 98,250) and over 65,000 on another. I fail on both.
Up comes cribbage next and I get hammered. Twice. Freecell takes me 4 attempts to get one game out (I’ve noticed the lower the number of the available million, the harder they seem to be), but I’m determined to get one game of solitaire out before I go to bed. Fat chance! After an hour, I’ve decided even the cyber world is against me and try Mahjong. Another failure or should I say 6.
Oh well, think I’ll go to bed and curl up with a book instead, that is of course if the dog will let me get in!