It’s strange how life pans out.
Weeks or even months of peace and uninterrupted tranquillity.
Then for no apparent reason life becomes hectic. It must be something to do with the alignment of the planets or something.
For the last couple of days we have been inundated with visitors. Everyone who we hadn’t seen in a while suddenly decided to call in for a chat. That doesn’t even include my friend who I ran into in the village. Now that I think of it, that encounter was the start of it all.
Last night we had a grandchildren sleep-over [fucking stupid expression – I bet it’s American], with the ensuing chaos today all with a background noise of loud cartoons on television. Boy do I really hate that fucking Scooby Doo!
I am now snatching a few minutes peace and quiet before heading off to meet a cousin whom I haven’t seen [or even heard from] in forty five years.
It definitely is something to do with the alignment of the planets.
Or the Mayan Calendar.
Or Extra Terrestrials.