I’m in one of those moods today.
You know the type of mood – say one wrong word to me and out comes the Magnum and you end up looking like a colander.
It’s not a bad mood as such; just a p*ssed off one.
It’s the little things that started it. Firstly I had a rough night, so I’m up early for the third morning in a row.
Then I read that Dario is insulting my pal Ron by implying he did something simple. No Dario. Poor Ron had to set up a server and configure all sorts of thingies I don’t understand and then set up all the software especially. Ron is not a believer in freebie services and will go ballistic if he ever reads that comment.
No. What really tipped the scales is that those b*st*rds in the ESB are at it again. I am going to be powerless. It has nothing to do with not paying bills – I don’t believe in them, and tapped into the overhead lines years ago to avoid paying them.
Word has spread around the neighbourhood the f*ckers are cutting off the area again for the day. They spent last summer doing this and it annoys me. Last summers work was supposed to be the end of it. But they are starting again.
So why am I so annoyed about a little thing like the loss of electricity on a fine spring day?
Well, where do I start? For a start, I drink endless mugs of tea. That is out now, as we only have the electric kettle. Then Herself is going to moan, as she has a bug and wants a warm house. We use kerosene to heat the house, but the pump works on electricity so it will overheat and trip. Then there’s the slurry pump. After all that writing about Cully and Sully yesterday, I was hungry last night so we had extra large [extra hot] vindaloo curries, without thinking. So today we are going to be swimming in raw sewage. And the perimeter electric fence will be down so we will be inundated with visitors.
The only thing that is cheering me is that between myself, Offspring and Herself, we have really confused poor Brianf. He hasn’t copped on to the fact that this entire family has a weird sense of humour yet!
I am not looking forward to this.
And the b*st*rds are due to cut us off any seco