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
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?