Ok, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I dropped my iPhone in the loo. It’s now drying on the Aga, seems ok but I turned the power off and it promptly turned on again, so I’m in a state of denial right now. I’m due an upgrade (well no, I’m not, my 2 year contract is coming to an end in 6 weeks but I don’t *have* to have a new phone) so it’s not too disastrous, though Russell will be disappointed not to receive an iPhone 4S, if it’s kaput. But it may be fine.
And in other lavatorial news, I was recently sent an NHS testing kit for bowel cancer. If you’ve not tried that yet, take the suggestion of managing with a folded piece of loo paper with the complete derision it deserves. Honestly, it’s awkward, even if you are a parent who’s used to dealing with nappy contents. There is no comparison, believe me, and … well, darlings, use your imagination. Wash your hands afterwards, it said. And so it sodding might. I’d used half a bogroll, just to keep things within the bounds of decency. And you’ve got to do it THREE TIMES within a fortnight. Just how often do you….Enough, I’ve lost enough of you already from my beloved band of readers.
You’ve really got to laugh, innit?
I’ll tell you all about the Benji Britt lecture another time, have to be topical.
So, I’ve got my car back, ready for my excursion to the Borders next week. I’m quite excited (though I haven’t confirmed with Badgerdaddy yet) because, though I’ve been to Wales, I don’t know Ludlow at all. Apparently, there are lovely walks so I am hoping it doesn’t pour with rain. But I’ve looked up the stately homes and castles and so on, so I shan’t be dismayed whatever happens. I’m going to see John G on the way (or way back, again I haven’t confirmed), which I’m looking forward to very much.
It was a frustrating morning. I didn’t sleep all night, just a nap of an hour or two when I’d have done better getting up and abandoning the idea of sleep. I made tea at 4.30, in the hope of a fresh start to the night, but no luck. I made buttered toast too, which just showed how desperate I was, I usually eat dry bread, being the virtuous sort, gastronomically speaking. Actually, I made some for Russell and could just imagine the look on his face, being given butterless toast.
Once I got going this morning, I answered school emails that had been building up for a bit, and then sat down to write some minutes. And the phone rang. It was a sodding recorded message with a cold call. I don’t have unsecured loans. I went back to work. Minutes later, another call. It was a friend with sad news, of another friend who has died. She was well in her 80s and had been very ill, but so is the husband of the friend who phoned and Jan and Peter had been supportive of each other. And they’d been friends for 60 years, it’s quite hard. So the phone call took half an hour, it wasn’t right to rush it.
Another friend phoned, wondering if his wife had left her bag here the day before? Sadly, no, so he had to phone to cancel her credit cards. She has Alzheimer’s, she keeps the PINs in her bag too…oh dear. I said quite gently that I didn’t think she should carry cards with her any more, he has to go everywhere with her and it’s not the first time she’s mislaid her handbag. She’s still in her 60s, he’s 80, it’s very sad and hard to cope with. We’ve said we’ll look after one of their dogs over C… over the Yuletide period while they’re visiting their daughter – it’s not really very convenient as we will be out some of the time and she howls when left – Ben will be shocked – but we will do what we can to help.
It was after noon when I was finally ready to do my work, and I’d eaten three more pieces of buttered toast by then – if I may make pathetic excuses, it’s a small loaf and Benj folllows me closely so at least a quarter goes to him – because, with my strict eating habit, I’d rather forgotten how delicious melted butter is – when Jonathan phoned to say my car was ready. So Russell took me in to fetch it, then I walked the dog, had lunch (I must tell you about the salami some time) and then it was time to go and meet the builder at the church, because we are getting an estimate for various items of work.
I’ve still not done one lot of minutes yet, and here I am blogging when I should be working. And I haven’t even told you all the news yet. Not that there’s anything wildly exciting, but this isn’t that sort of a blog. It’s an everyday story of Z’s life. Mostly.