I like the quiet life.

The Gods however in their infinite wisdom decide every now and then to throw me a right wobbler.  This week the Deities decided to have a right laugh at my expense.

A friend of Herself was to call around on Tuesday but she didn’t turn up.  This was the first hint of trouble as I had had a message to say that a bloke was coming to finally fix my fucking stucking gate on Wednesday.  Now said bloke was going to be in the gateway all day and he had a car and trailer to park as well.

Sure enough, Friend turned up just after the gate bloke [his name was Bill, and when I went to enter his name into my phone as ‘Bill gate’ to remind me who he was, the smell checker insisted on calling him Bill Gates so I left him as that].  Anyhows there were two cars and a trailer [and my own car] now so things were getting a little crowded.  I had to manoeuvre Friend into next door neighbour’s gateway – I knew Neighbour wouldn’t mind as he lives in America.

Then I had a frantic call from Daughter wanting me to pick up her kids as she was in court all day.  I pointed out that I couldn’t get in or out and anyway why hadn’t she warned me a day or two earlier as she knew her case was coming up.  She said she would arrange something and thanks very fucking much.

Shortly after, a friend of Daughter’s called to collect my copy of Daughter’s key, and she promptly backed her car into the hole that had been dug for the new gatepost.  Bill Gates wasn’t too happy about that.

Next the heath visitor arrived to add to the confusion.  I had run out of space in the garden, on the lane and neighbours’ gateways so I had to ask Friend to shift so Visitor could have somewhere to park.

Eventually things quietened down.  Friend and Visitor had departed and for the first time in ages we have a gate that works without putting my back out.  Peace settled upon the Manor.

Yesterday Herself had a hospital appointment.  She was a bit worked up about it so I got up to make her a soothing cup of tea.  No fucking electricity!  The Gods obviously hadn’t finished with me yet.  Sure enough, a visit which would normally have taken most of the day was over in an hour, so we had to go back to our powerless house where I had to boil up kettles on the camping gas stove for the rest of the afternoon.

We eventually got power back just before six which was a blessing as Herself gets very twitchy if she doesn’t get her daily dose of Judge Judy.

It is unbelievably quiet today.

Bliss.