Frank AKA PCGuyIV asks us to answer his Tuesday question honestly.
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So here’s the question:
When was the last time you had well thought-out plans that got dashed to pieces by circumstances beyond your control? Were you able to “make lemonade” out of the “lemons” life handed you, or did you have to completely step back and regroup?
Hubby and I learned a long time ago that if we planned anything, it would nearly always go belly up.
We had school holidays sussed when we applied for fostering as Hubby worked for a school. Enter stupid social worker obsessed with young babies short term and non working Mums.
We had a week’s camping holiday lined up with my uncle and aunt, which turned into embarrassment as we couldn’t pitch our own tent and had to share their trailer tent. Our side was too short to get comfortable and we had two dogs plus two snorers to contend with. We ended up sleeping in the car and left the next day. We didn’t have a dog then.
In 2014, we were selling the cottage and had a plan of sorts, dependent on when our buyers notified us of a time frame. They gave us 7 days, the day they completed on their own sale. It was a nightmare, but we managed to get the minimum 15 days and pulled it off, even though we had nowhere to go, hadn’t arranged storage for our furniture or notified the utility companies.
Hubby and I are good at working off the cuff. We have an idea and a gist, and that’s about as far as our plans go now.
Like the batteries, ever-ready💜
Yep, or martini, any time, any place, anywhere!!!
You know what they say about the best laid plans!
Yep, that’s why we are vague and don’t ‘plan’ so that we can remain flexible.
My sister sold her house and the buyers wanted to move in the same day. They were required to give them a full week to move out. It was chaos for a couple days but it all worked out!
We’d been pushing for a deadline and got nowhere, nor our estate agent or solicitor. Then BANG. They’d completed and wanted to move in the following week, else they’d walk. We were so angry, we said Let them!! and hung up. It was a dreadful time as we needed to give 15 days notice to the utility companies. They have now done a horrible job of modernising the property and just sold it. for a handsome profit on what they paid us…………. but it’s still in the RAF fight path!!
When I was 18 or 19, my parents sold their home, and the people moved in on top of us (no notice really). My mother’s mental illness didn’t make that a welcome scenario at all, as she was upset and when she was upset, she acted totally cray-cray. We lived in the basement of that home until the movers could get our stuff out. Those people moving in were assholes.
I was 9 when my Dad bought his own home. He actually built it, so it was doubly important. The problem was the new council tenants arrived early and as she was about 10 months pregnant, we moved out the back door as they moved in the front. Luckily Dad knew someone who was in the removal business. The house that Dad built had no electricity connected though, so after fish and chis from the chippy, we all went to bed by candle light. It was actually quite an adventure!
Well! I envy you! I like to plan things, and when they go belly up I take it to heart!
We just worked round it and now keep things ‘vague’.
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