It’s a conspiracy
Normally life here at the Manor is pretty quiet.
That’s the way I like it.
The postman may drop a letter [usually junk] in the letter box a couple of times a week. A grocery delivery bloke will arrive every ten to fourteen days. Friends may drop in occasionally. Family very rarely. You get the drift? Peace and quiet.
Yesterday all hell broke loose for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
The day started when a physiotherapist from the Health Service dropped by to check over Herself. Now I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of anyone from the Heath Service since last April when a woman dropped in. The only help the latter offered was to order me to clear out the back room. Fuck that.
Anyhows the physiotherapist spent a while teaching Herself how to move and then buggered off.
No sooner had he crossed over the horizon when a nurse from the Health Service appeared. I made some crack about buses where you wait for months when suddenly two appear at once. She didn’t know what I was talking about as she had no idea that the physiotherapist had been. Sheer coincidence, apparently. Yeah, right.
I left the nurse with Herself and went back downstairs.
I then realised there was a message on the house phone from a friend who I hadn’t spoken to in about fifteen years. Also a text message from the vet saying it was time for Penny’s needles. There was a letter too from the optician reminding me that it was two years since my last confession session.
Did all these people conspire to upset my day? I find it hard to believe that they all knew of each other’s existence, unless of course there is something going on behind my back.
Are there any experts out there on conspiracy theories?
It’s when a pizza delivery man, the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and political canvassers arrive, along with a Traveller asking for “a bit of help”, that you know someone is really out to get you!
We did have a curry delivered if that counts? I forgot to mention Sky…. They were on to me too about something.
If the Mormons arrive, then you are definitely on a hit list!
Answer the door bollock naked. That’ll stop em.
But on the upside all arriving in the same day means you get it all over with in one fell swoop.
Saw a headline about Ireland being in ‘official drought’, the wettest land in europe allegedly, whodathunkit?
I did the other day. The postman was most surprised and discreetly examined my hedge.
All we hear about here is the fucking drought. No kidding – if it’s not drought it’s flooding. We haven’t had a drop of rain for a couple of weeks with nothing in sight for another fortnight or so. At least I don’t have to cut the grass – it’s all dead.
Another fire tender just shot up towards the bogs. Must be yet another major gorse fire….
Math wise, not at all surprising.Be happy the ‘grim reaper’ was not one who came for you.
O/T I meant to say in my last post about Dublin. The airport has a lovely smoking terrace and needless to say it was packed.