I mentioned that we had a chaotic weekend.
It was actually a near catastrophic week in hindsight.
It was a “perfect storm” [an expression that seems be in vogue] where a series of unrelated events combined to shatter our peaceful little existence. Herself’s health took a sudden downturn with two seperate problems. Some important medical supplies failed to materialise. A vital piece of equipment broke rendering it temporarily useless and Penny decided to add to the chaos by dropping little shits all over the place [garnished at one stage by a puke].
It was a period of a lot of heavy lifting, some neighbourly help and improvisation. In the middle of it all I had the broken equipment deconstructed all over the living room floor while I tried to work out how to reassemble it [for once, YouTube was utterly hopeless]. In the middle of all the chaos, Daughter arrived along with Navanman and the Grandchilders..
There is a tradition here in Ireland where kids dress up in their First Communion finery and then do the Grand Tour fleecing all victims for large sums of money. They make vast sums out of this and our nest egg once again took a hammering.
As a consolation, Navanman took an interest in my dismantled piece of equipment and managed to fix it. As an aside, he saw our new furniture suite and immediately announced that his brother made it. This struck me as being a strange, if not delusional pronouncement but it transpired that the shop I bought it gets the furniture made in Navan, coincidentally at Navanman’s brother’s factory. Maybe I should mention that Navanman is from Navan in case you hadn’t guessed? Ireland is a remarkably small place.
Anyhows Herself’s health is now firmly back on track Equipment is all fixed. Medical supplies are on their way and most of Penny’s turds are firmly [or in some cases not so firmly] removed to the garden. Life is suddenly very peaceful again.
To cap it all, at last I found an Indian Curry place that delivers here so last night I had my first real Madras in ages while Herself had a Korma. It was delicious [and hot]. Next time I’ll try their Vindaloo.
Life is good.
Granddaughter the Younger doing financial blackmail
All’s well that ends well.
It helps us appreciate the good times all the more.
Stop pretending to be an auld grouch.
Seeing that wee girl was worth far more than scoffing any korma, vindaloo, tindaloo, gottagototheloo.
I hope her indoors was able to add her contribution to the shearing. Good for both, and yourself.
May your God go with you.
Don’t worry – the “donation” came out of Herself’s purse. She has far more cash than me.
I hope the song, “Ring of fire” isn’t playing this morning after all that curry…
Montezuma’s Revenge? No. No repercussions. Years of training and acclimatization……