Moaning Monday

You know what it’s like some mornings when you wake up and just know it is not going to be a good day.
Today was such a day.
Hubby and I  were certainly not on the same page, or even in the same library let alone reading the same book as everything we said to each other was misunderstood or simply didn’t register.

We have a change of venue today as we are staying with our friend for a few days. He has a hospital appointment tomorrow that could result in him being admitted or having some minor surgery, so Hubby is his chauffeur for the day and I’m dog sitting.

golden retrieverOur plan this morning was to get up early, have showers, secure the boat, then go for breakfast at a takeout whilst waiting for the bank to open at 9.30.
Let’s just say we got as far as getting up to schedule.
Showers meant damp towels and nowhere to dry them, so we decided we would have showers here instead. No big deal.
Secure the front of the boat, check.
After a misunderstanding as to who was going to empty the loo (I offered but as Hubby was sorting out the trundle trolley for it I thought he was going to do it) I eventually set off, smacking Maggie on the back with the door as she thought it was walkies. She wasn’t hurt, but did squeak in surprise.
When I got back, Hubby was in a muddle having discovered severe condensation in the under bed cupboards whilst getting out our holdalls,  so that had to be addressed before we came away.  Luckily, we’d put all our clothes in airtight bags in the large plastic containers we’d purchased, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Getting everything packed for our trip though was a nightmare.
We haven’t got much for god’s sake, but brought extra blankets (we got cold here at Christmas), had open food in the fridge so that had to come with us, Maggie’s dog food and bowl, her blanket, clothes for at least 3 days, laptops, coats and a bag of rubbish, so it was a good job I’d brought down a trolley from the car park to load everything on.

trolley
We left the boat clean and tidy, but left the cupboard flap doors open to circulate the air.
Because of the recent cold spell, we have also left our little heaters on the miser setting to keep the chill off.  At least the five day forecast isn’t for freezing temperatures, but if our friend needs us for a few more days, Hubby will return to check the boat and I’ll stay here.

We eventually parked outside the bank at 10.35, and Hubby went in to get our breakfast whilst I did the bit with the money. Check, we were back on track.
Up to the petrol station for fuel. Check.
Eat breakfast, drink coffee (not whilst driving).

baconI drove today so had mine on the forecourt whilst Hubby was paying.
The motorway traffic wasn’t too bad, but rather than take the nothing-but-roundabouts-and-traffic-lights bypass for the second half of our journey, we decided to go to the next junction and go through town.
Shortly after getting off the motorway, Maggie started to whine for a potty break.
OK, I pulled over in a layby, and she did her business. Less than five miles down the road and now in heavy traffic, she whinged again, constantly!
It was annoying,  her own version of the kids ‘Are we there yet?’ chant , nowhere to stop, me trying to concentrate, and stop start, stop start all the time.  We had been making excellent time until then, but it took us over forty minutes to drive through town, a pittance distance of some 4 miles.

We finally arrived here at 1.30, caught up with all the news and had a moan about everything that had gone wrong this morning. Our friend has also had problems, so we listened and consoled him too, then after lunch (corned beef hash, and his is delish!), settled down for our usual game of dominoes.
9sI was on a winning streak. Hubby won several games too, but our friend didn’t win any.
We played clockwise, we played anticlockwise, we changed seats,  I said I’d go to the loo and flush my luck away (I won three straight games after that), we had a chocolate break, we had a coffee break, and after some 17 games, he eventually won one.

After a light tea of sandwiches, we got the cards out and played cribbage.
I won the first 2 games, and Hubby won the third. Our friend gave in sort of gracefully.
We’d had a lot of fun though and laughed a lot, even if the men decided I cheat!

The guys have an early start tomorrow, so both mobiles have their alarms set for 6am.
Hubby and I have caught up with our blogs and will shortly be settling down for the night.
Maggie is flaked out between us, making herself the longest she can possibly be to take full advantage of the extra space 2 singles beds pushed together can provide.

maggie quarry 3Butter wouldn’t melt, would it?

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to Moaning Monday

  1. scifihammy says:

    Some days it is two steps forwards, three steps back! But somehow you got there in the end 🙂

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