No matter how hard I try to plan ahead, The Fates always seem to have a snigger and thwart those plans.
My plan was to spend today doing a few odd jobs around the place, like unblocking a sewer or two, and then tomorrow to do a little packing ready for the trip on Saturday morning.
But you see, The Fates had other ideas.
When I fired up the old laptop today there was a message for me. Apparently the people who were in the house we had booked had suddenly taken fright and had cut their holiday short, and would we like an extra day as it was all paid for? My theory is that they got out of bed in the morning and saw this strange bright thing in the sky where there should be rain-clouds, and had taken panic thinking the world was about to end.
So to cut to the pursuit, we are going tomorrow instead of Saturday.
And not a child in the house washed.
So I have spent today down at the shops getting some last minute items, unblocking sewers, doing some packing and unpacking all the shit that Herself has packed. Now I’m knackered and in bad need of a holiday.
As I mentioned before, where we are going is sort of in the middle of nowhere so I will be completely out of touch with the world. I won’t be scribbling here, nor will I be in a position to answer any comments. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and may not even bother my arse returning.
You’ll just have to talk amongst yourselves.