Living with chaos and absent friends
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.
Sweet.
Think positive – GF is well and arriving soon, plus you’ve had acts of supportive kindness from Daughter & mate. Enjoy it.
Grandad, I have to go with Mudplugger on this one. Take the win, walk away and be happy that the manor didn’t burn down in the process.
I wasn’t complaining, just illustrating how wildly exciting life is here at the Manor. I am The Eternal Optimist.
And GF turned up this morning full of the joys of Spring.
“I am The Eternal Optimist.”
Same here grandad, I have learned over the years that is the best way to maintain ones sanity.
Something else to throw in here, not related to the topic but I like it. My son and daughter in law have a small sign hanging on the living room wall whose origins I do not know, but I thought it to be a fine attitude.
“Some people want to turn back their odometers; not me. I want people to know why I look the way I do. I’ve traveled a lot of miles and some of the roads were not paved.”
Hmm, my Dr. was advocating a shingles vaccine recently.
I said no, as to the last flu one or few.
But I did get shingles a few years ago, and certainly chickenpox as a child.
Your link is interesting as to recommendations of vaccine.
I might ask him what he had proposed. Thanks!
Glad for you to have the joys of spring as autumn approaches! ;=})