Keeping my balls in the air
The old head is spinning.
Somehow a whole rake of things have come to a head today and I am having to deal with them all at once.
First of all there is a certain item [let’s just say it’s a vital item for someone who is bed-ridden] that has nearly run out and I am in urgent need of a fresh supply. I phoned the health service and was politely told I wasn’t due another delivery until May at the earliest. Now this is fuck all use to me and I politely pointed that out. Apparently her hands her tied until such time as she is authorised by another section to increase deliveries. Sigh!
I phoned the other section but the woman there is not around, or something. I have had to place an emergency order privately and pay through the nose. It should tide me over until the health crowd get their collective heads out of their collective arses.
Then there is the dreaded room.
It is finally nearing the end of the first phase. Some of the heavy furniture has been moved elsewhere in the house and the end is in sight. At least I can see the floor now. But the next phase is the reflooring. There is some debate over a choice of Lino, Marmolium, carpet tiles or a carpet. Herself suggested I just sand the existing floorboards. I told her no fucking way.
So I am chasing around looking at alternatives. I can’t find carpet tiles or Marmolium anywhere and Herself has put the foot down [pun intended] on a carpet. That’s what she wants and I am tired of the “debating”. I think have found what she’s looking for so that’s that sorted.
Now all I have to do is shift the rest of the shit out of the room and put it somewhere. This presents another small problem – there is nowhere left to put it..
And I’m still waiting for a call back from the health mob….
Look at it this way (or not as you choose), the whole cluster-you-know-what is at least keeping you mentally sharp and physically fit.
As a side note, I had to look up what Marmoleum exactly was.
At least you got the spelling of Marmoleum right which is more than I did!
Shades of shades of Little Britain.
The computer says No.
Or is this a reference that the site is being incredibly temperamental at the moment?
I reread that and thought to myself, “What the f*ck was I thinking? Then it dawned it was referring to you not getting your supplies from the health service because the system is not run by humans any more.