Consequences
I had to bring Herself for a hospital checkup on Wednesday.
Nothing fancy – they just wanted to see if they had fucked up her eyesight [they hadn’t] so it should have been a quick visit.
As it transpired, we we in there ages and as a result got stuck in the rush-hour traffic jam on the way home. Spent ages just sitting parked on the motorway in the middle of nowhere. As a consequence, I was fucking knackered and fit for nothing when we finally got home.
I decided on a quiet day yesterday to recuperate. The intention was to sit dozing and doing sweet fuck all.
Then I remembered I had to bring Penny to the horse doctor.
I brought her over and the only thing that's wrong with her is that she's fat. I knew that. She's a lazy bitch. But when I was leaving I thought I'd run the old car through the car wash. The car lately has been looking like it was in the Trans-Sahara Rally as it was covered in a very fine pale dust. It is actually pollen from a pine tree near where I park the car in the front garden. Messy stuff and it gets everywhere. The car wash removed some of it but turned the rest into a green slime.
While I was at the car wash I thought I would pump the tyres. I discovered when I went to check the spare that my leak-proofing hadn't worked and the boot was half full of water again. Fuck!
On the way home, decided to get a couple of things in the village. I discovered it was one of those days when everyone I knew seemed to be wandering around at a loose end and dying for a chat. Another hour or so gone, catching up on the local salatious gossip which is an essential part of country life.
Of course I was fucked by the time I got home, but as a consequence of the car wash, my car was now covered in a sticky green slime. I had to get out the bucket and bail out the boot and then scrub the car. I also reseated the rear light cluster and packed it with grease to try to stop the fucking leak. Removing the slime wasn't easy either.
So by tea time, I was fucked, bollixed and knackered and fit for sweet bugger all. And all as a consequence of bringing the bitch to the quack [I’ll let you work out whether I’m referring to yesterday or Wednesday].
So now you know why I didn't scribble anything yesterday.
Sorry for your troubles – hope you are feeling better today! And where is the nice weather you promised us??!!
Still knackered – spent the afternoon hacking back the grass verges and hedging. One of the rare penalties of rural life.
I didn't promise you good weather. I promised myself good weather. Anyway I haven't left yet so there is plenty time for a high to move in. 😉
It's here in the NW of Britain. Bet the flag next to the name is stars and stripes just to confuse you.
You're stuck in the same low as us, for the next day or two anyway.
And your email address gives a very small clue as to your location! 😉
At least you didn't have to take Penny to get 'er eyes checked. That would've been another traffic jam. 🙂
Her eyesight is so damned good she can see things that aren't actually there. She's forever chasing imaginary cats out of the garden!