Today was not the day I had planned.
As usual, my daughter was up before the sun. I got up, made coffee, showered and dressed both of us.
Made her porridge, she chose to have banana in it. I had a slice of toast. Then the usual chaos, making her packed lunch, writing in her communication book, checking that there were 3 changes of clothes in her bag as well as two dvds, a fully charged IPad, a signed Medication Agreement, etc., etc.
Then we ‘patiently’ waited for her transport to the day centre, and we waited, and we waited. She kept signing ‘bus’ and pointing to the window. I kept saying ‘soon’. Then the phone rang, the taxi firm to tell me that my lane was flooded further down and there was no way they could get through.
My daughter was not amused, neither was I.
My carefully planned day was no more. Chemist for prescription, library, supermarket for essentials after house-bound weekend, car service.
Instead I spent the first hour cancelling everything. The rest of the day trying to entertain my daughter. This involved hours of day-time television, each commercial break winding me up. Those smug ‘widows’ with serene expressions fondly recalling their husbands. Those really bad actors extolling the virtues of funeral plans and life insurance policies. They really wind me up.
And now the weatherman has just said that there will be more heavy rain tonight. So it looks like tomorrow will be Groundhog Day.
Still, at least the postman couldn’t come either.
Now I am humming ‘Always look on the bright side of life’!
See, there is always a little bit of joy to be found.
Xx
Your outlook is admirable! Thank you for always looking on the bright side, despite the challenges you have to face in a daily basis. I hope the weather is kinder for you overnight and tomorrow so you can get out and about again xx
Yes certainly was a different day today. Toilet bubbling up, huge puddle outside the back door and I didn’t feel like bothering to go out.
Missed my husband who would have sorted it out
I think I have a plan, at least a plan for the postman, because when he can get up the lane I know he will have a bumper pile of sadmin for me.
I am going to rig up the jet washer! I will have the nozzle jammed in the letter box, and I will lie in wait. I can sit on the bottom step and wait for the little red van to enter my drive. And then, when the letter box flap moves, I will ready.
I am getting quite excited now.
Xx
Oooh you are awful,oh hell I sound like Dick Emry now.
Gosh never thought of that.
You are showing your age, Ron! Benny Hill and Dick Emery in the same thread!
Age is just a number Jane.
Instead of whack-a-mole we can play blast-a-postman!