Vintage

I'm not going to a 1970s party but I've gone all vintage today.

Hope you appreciate the effort aprecious has made.

I am going to catch up with everyone today and I am also going to drink some wine.

Yesterday, I had the worst day in the history of the world. I was supposed to be working at home, but it never quite happened in the way anticipated. It started off badly with the car going into the garage. Apparently, it was going to cost me yet another re-mortgage to get something changed that the manufacturer recommends should be changed every four years or 65,000 miles. My car will reach its fifth birthday next year, but has only done 57,000 miles. I have made the decision to wait til it breaks. I just think it’s silly. And expensive. I might regret it but having had to pay over £900 for something in September, I just can’t keep coughing up these enormous sums of money. So, let it go eh? What’s the worse that can happen… (I can break down.) I can do that anyway. It’s a gift.

So, I had a difficult conversation with the garage. Well, yes, I did ask you to ring up and tell me how much it would cost and you didn’t so you will just have to send it back. Sorry.

Then, just after I got back the bleeding National chuffing grid man turned up to change a perfectly good gas meter into another gas meter. He hates dogs. Oh great. Maud is a lovely dog but she does love to shout. A lot.

Picture the scene. Frightened man… barking dog. To save him I put her in another room. Cue more barking…

Then, he switched off the gas. And changed the gas meter.

Then he couldn’t switch the heating back on. Cue lots of difficult conversations.

Cue more barking…

Then, he left.

No heating. We’ll pay he said. Then I thought, how?

Then, I just get upstairs ready to work and the damn window cleaners turn up. Cue: more barking.

By this time Maud has got herself into a right old tizz and I’m not much behind her.

Dig out big jumpers.

Then, I go back upstairs detouring to the bathroom on the way.

And there is an ambulance in the spot where my car should be.

Cue more barking. Take the ambulance man next door.

Neighbour in hospital, again. Hypothermic.

By this time, I don’t feel much like working.

But I take Maud upstairs so that she can be calmed. Cue: complete mayhem.

So I watched this. And suddenly every thing got a whole lot funnier.

Don't watch it if you're easily offended.

Neighbour still in hospital. Heating still not on. But we do have the Aga (thankfully) and we do have a little electric heater, so it's a bit like being a student again. Without the acne and the angst.