I appear to have been a.w.o.l. yesterday. Well it was A Bit Of A Day really.
Let me bore you with the details. Hang on, ‘let me bore You’, who is this mysterious You? Are You there? Is Anyone out there and reading this?
Help, am I alone?
Anyway, back to me….
Tigger was allegedly booked in for free MOT and service yesterday and this necessitated being at the garage (long way off, well not exactly next door) by 8.30am. The plan was to leave her there and scoot off to Sue’s studio, do some work with her, lunch and collect Tigger by 3pm in order to make it home for the school bus.
Well the best laid plans of mice, men, me and tiggers……
Man at garage; “Oh no luv, car won’t be ready til after 5pm”. Point out that they had assured me that if I booked her in and was there by 8.30am I’d get her back at 3pm latest. Lots of tooth sucking from garage man. “well now luv (call me that once more and I will have to deck you!) there’s 10 cars in front and it’s first come first served”. Politely ask why I had to book in then and what was the point of me being given this 8.30am time slot.
We are at stalemate. He suggests re-booking for another day. I ask if we will have the same pantomime then. “Yeah well, that’s how we work”. Resist temptation to mention time/mine/value/life etc.
Eventually the chap next to him pipes up that they could come and collect Tigger do their stuff and bring her back. Wonder why this wasn’t offered before but gratefully accept. Tigger now booked for next week.
Get back into Tigger and quickly text Sue to update her on plans. Being a woman of substance she does the Honourable thing and gets the kettle on ready for my arrival.
I am somewhat stressed when I arrive as I have managed to stall Tigger in middle of large roundabout, thus causing a lot of drivers to hoot at me and glare. I am not good in this sort of situation.
Off we trot into town and my day gets better by the minute.
We get lots of labels done (yes, all will be revealed on that soon I promise) and then Sue suggests the Shake Shack. She swears by this form of vibration exercise and at £3 a go I’m willing to give it a try. Wow, it was the oddest sensation, you stand on a platform and it literally shakes and vibrates at different speeds. It wobbles too. Your fat shakes and wobbles in an alarming way. Apparently your muscles are getting a great work out.
Step off machine like a sailor on home leave and wobble to the door before I get my balance back. Have definitely enjoyed the wobble!
Lunch in town, fabric shopping and back to Sue’s. The day has been redeemed and I’m feeling good. Head home to be in good time for school bus and to get supper organised before run with Attila later.
Arrive home to be met by a mountain. A mountain that wasn’t on the map of my yard when I left this morning. Yes the wood man has decided to circumvent the usual niceties of phoning to let me know he will be delivering and just decided to turn up. He has also dropped his usual charming habit of throwing the logs into the stable. Instead he has tipped 1 1/2 tonnes of them into a huge hile in the middle of the yard.
It starts to rain, really, really rain.
I start to lift and carry logs. Idgy gets off the bus and joins her now muddy mother in this long and laborious process of lift, carry, dump and back again. After an hour the pile has moved from yard to stable and we are both wet and weary.
Text Attila that due to all this am unable to run (can hardly walk far less run). Attila not amused.
We weary wood workers fall on to the sofa and console ourselves with a mini Magnum, after all we’ve worked for it.
Here’s hoping today is calmer.
PS The March Book Giveaway will be on Monday.