Life has been somewhat upside down here at the Manor for the last couple of days.
Normally our routine is quiet and undisturbed with just the odd trip to the village to upset the rhythm of life. That all changed on Friday.
Actually the ripples started on Wednesday as we were expecting Good Friend to call and she didn’t. Both of us get a little edgy while waiting for a visitor to arrive especially if they are late. So the edginess lasted all Wednesday. GF never arrived. This didn’t worry us too much as she can sometimes call on a Thursday or even Friday at a pinch.
The edginess persisted through Thursday and still no sign of GF. I texted her but of course got no reply.
Friday I set my alarm to get up early for the Oil Tank People. Naturally they didn’t turn up at the appointed time and I missed a lie in. They eventually arrived and we had great fun reversing a massive Mercedes van into the front garden. They set to work pumping out the tank into a holding tank in their van. I left them to it. In the meantime I was concerned that GF would turn up and find the gate blocked. I sent a text message explaining what was going on. No reply of course.
The lads eventually finished. I now have a brand new tank with new filters and stopcocks and piping. Very impressive. It’s also full again of my freshly filtered oil which they had replaced. The gaffer was a very nice but chatty bloke who then started raving about my acreage. Like most visitors he thought the North Wood was the extent of my little plot and was amazed to discover I had all the rest and had to explore it. In the end I had difficulty getting rid of him.
Yesterday we had an invasion of Daughter. She arrived with Navan Man [the
boy man friend] and two of the Grandkids. She attacked all our windows while he got very trigger happy with my hedge trimmer [which is a bit of a beast and is more of a tree hacker than a dainty hedge trimmer]. All the front hedges have been tamed after a year of wilderness and I can park the car properly and can actually see out the front windows now. Actually I can see out of all the windows as they have been cleaned and polished to within an inch of their lives.
Got a text from GF to say she’d be here on Monday. Right!
Sadly I was in no fit state to entertain the Grandkids as I have no energy whatsoever these days. Also, while the Shingle Bells has abated and all the crusts have fallen off to litter the floor I still have a lingering problem. I looked it up on Dr Google – Postherpetic neuralgia – a lovely name for a bad bastard. Apparently it fades in months. Or years.