I had this week neatly mapped out mentally.

Yesterday I was to go down to the village as I usually do on a Tuesday.  I didn’t bother as I was knackered and anyway the coffee shop was closed.  Apparently the place is being used as a fucking film set or something.  What the fuck is it with film people and their obsession with the village?

Today the village was on the cards again as Herself is running low on fags.  However Very Good Friend was due to come this morning but didn’t.  Bugger!  Nothing new in that and she’ll come tomorrow.  Or Friday.  Or Saturday. Leastwise I could have gone to the village this morning.

But in the meantime I had ordered a grocery delivery and because VGF was supposed to be here, blocking our gate with her car I chose a later delivery slot this afternoon.  They’ll turn up between two and five.  But they might come earlier or later.  So I can’t go down to the village now, in case they turn up early [unlikely, but it has happened].  Whatever time they do turn up I then have to pack away everything, especially the frozen stuff so the coffee shop will probably be closed by the time I get down.  Anyway I’ll be too knackered after all the putting-away.

Maybe Herself has enough fags to last until tomorrow?  That would be fine except for one thing – Daughter said she’d be calling up to help me with some heavy gardening.  Tomorrow’s out.

The fag stock will be depleted by Friday.  Herself without smokes is not a pretty sight.  Usually violence is involved.  Friday is too late – I’d probably be dead anyway.

I suppose I’ll have to go down today after all, after the groceries have been dealt with.

I wonder if they’ll keep the coffee shop open for me?