One step forward, three steps back - and rain

The evenings are drawing in, it's pissing down with rain and we are STILL cooking on the two ring gas hob, the only bonus is that now it's inside. Unless you have to use the BBQ, in which case it's to the bottom of the garden with you, to stand outside in the dark and the rain waiting for the snags to do.

Today a young lad came over - straight round the back, no one bothers ringing the front door bell anymore - to tell me he'd been sent to 'tidy up'. LOL. OK.  So I showed him the sweater (that had been left out for the past two weeks), tarps floating round the garden, the mountain of scree and rubble in the drive that has blocked the way for the skip lorry to empty the over-flowing skip, or the porta-loo lorry to empty the (over-flowing? My God, I can't bear to even think about it) porta-loo. Most amused to see his eyes widen and blood drain from his face. Good luck with the 'tidying up' matey.


A few minutes later, a man in a Defender turned up to squirt screed into the extension. "Can you move those three cars out the front of your house?" He asked. "Well it could be difficult," I replied, going on to point out, "of course if you'd told us what time you were coming, and that you needed three car parking spaces we'd have put the cones out..." Specialist subject the bleeding obvious. In the end I had to dash round to Pablo's and ask him to move two of the cars as, fortunately, they were his, and he was in. "So what level do you want the screed up to?" was the next question from the screed man, who clearly had no clue what was required. I gave him Eddie's number and fled back into the house.

Trying to get on with some work, my phone started to ping, and ping, and ping. The ensuing Whatsapp conversation went like this:

Will: Hi are you picking me up
James: Yes. Please pick us up
Will: She won't pick up her phone
James: I know. I tried
Will: 😡
James: Sadly yes
Me: I'm working. Where are you?
Will: At dominoes. But James is not with me. I can't get hold of him
James: I'm at home I'm fine my phone is just on charge now. Hi
Eddie: We will discuss tonight - neither Mummy or I are happy
James: I'm sorry I thought we'll had been let out so I walked home. Sorry. 😔😟Please could you remember to print off that maths homework

Putting the phone down, I looked across at Dolly who was carefully demolishing one of our wooden spoons.

I will be having a Monday glass of wine tonight.

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