So much has gone awry today that I should just shut up and be stalwart. But hell. I’m going for the sympathy vote.
I wanted to leave the house around 7.30, so set the alarm for 6.30, and woke up at 5. It was the third time of waking, but that was ok, I felt I’d had a reasonable amount of sleep, and it so happened that R woke up too and made some tea, so that was nice.
In time, I got dressed and went downstairs. The light in the passageway didn’t come on. Power cut? No, I had internet on my phone. Evidently, the bastard light bulb in the passageway had blown again and it had blown the bastard fuse. So first I took Ben to the back door to let him out, rather than put him on a lead to walk him. I couldn’t open the door. The key doesn’t quite love the lock, it sometimes takes a bit of jiggling, but it wasn’t working this time. So I couldn’t wait, I took Ben through the annexe and let him out of the back door there.
I returned to the kitchen. Glancing along the passage, i saw blobs. Malevolent, stinky things. Darlings, I cannot deny that I had a little grumble. But I fetched a 5 amp fuse and a screwdriver, carried through a stool and scrambled wobblingly on it, removed the fuse from the sodding fusebox and did the business, replaced it – it worked. The kitchen light came on. Then I replaced the light bulb (these expensive low energy light bulbs are a con – they hardly give out any light, they cost vastly more and they last no longer than proper light bulbs) and then I cleaned up three rather runny splodges of dog mess. Fortunately, two of them were on a washable rug, but the third is persistent. I may have to attack it again tomorrow.
All this by 7 am. I was in a towering bad temper. But I did the rest of the stuff one does and left on time.
Yeah, yeah, very nice day out. And I spent a lot of it walking about on my own, which i really needed. I also chatted and sat with friends for lunch and tea and was sociable, and I needed that too.
In the afternoon, I looked at emails and found that there were school-related ones that raised my blood pressure. ‘Nuff said. The day went downhill from then onwards, for one reason and another, but never mind.
Then I couldn’t access my own blog. Turned out the host had a problem. Well, I can sympathise there, so I left it for a bit.
I’m trying episode 2 of Jamaica Inn, but if it’s as unlit as the first one was, I might as well go to bed. If they’re going for realism, why don’t they aim for some actual Cornish accents? Frankly, it’s not even Mummerset.