I was going to say that it’s going to be one of those days.  But I’m too late – it already is.

It started last night when I couldn’t sleep.  I was too hot.  So I wandered around the house in my pelt [no photos – you’ll have to use your imagination].  I eventually got to sleep around five.

This morning, the alarm failed to wake me, of course.  That’s because I have it buried under my pillow so Herself doesn’t get annoyed.  Its bleeping just became part of a dream.

Eventually, I got up and was making a mug of tea when my phone rang.  It was a client wanting a job done immediately.  I was fuzzy headed from sleep, so I agreed.  If I had been awake, I would have thought of a nice excuse.  Such is life. 

I was in the middle of that when Herself came in and complained about the builders next door.  She said their radio was too loud.  I said she was imagining it, but went to the front part of the house.  Jayzus, she wasn’t kidding.  You could have held a disco [or a rave, or whatever it’s called these days], so I had to call in next door.  I was still half asleep, so I forgot to bring any weaponry, but they were very nice about it and switched it off anyway.  Then they told me they were getting their electricity supply changed today, and I pointed out that their supply, is also my supply, so it looks like I’m going to be without power!

I got back to find more emails from clients wanting work immediately, but I was awake enough to give them the proper answer.

Then Herself reminded me that we have to go to the village for an hour or so, so that’s the clients’ work out the window.

The only bright part to the day so far is that Sinéad Gleeson has posed an interesting question on her blog today, so I’ll think about that when I’m down in the village.

Things can only get better.