I
dub thee "Frustrating Friday". It began at 4am when the cat decided he
would meuw us awake for an early breakfast. Rise peasant staff, rise
from ye cosy bed, his majesty would like to dine forthwith!! Thankfully
my hubby is naturally an early riser so followed the moaning chunky
monkey to the kitchen to oblige him his demands. Had his royal highness
not encountered such a willing participant,
little does he realise that he may have given flying squirrels a run
for their money on furtherest distance achieved in a single leap (read
throw). Needless to say, tearing my eyes open when the alarm went off
just before 6am, was indeed a task. I used the cats name in vein
several times!
Then from just after 8am, the doorbell has been constantly ding donging with people coming in and out. The sappy wop that I am, has been allowing the previously knighted "useless contractors" to store (rent free) all their wheelbarrows, tar squashing machine, picks, spades and other paraphanalia in our garden at night. This because their boss will apparently not collect it daily and I am assuming, has told them that if anything goes astray, it's their necks on the line.
The rule is for them to ring the doorbell when they are collecting stuff, then to ring it again when I should close the gate. Great system, except today we seem to be collecting things in drips and drabs. I feel rather like a doorman manning the entrance to a block of apartments!
Best they get it together as I shall shortly be vacating the premisis to attend the waiting game that is the post office; followed by 3 to 4 trips back and forth to the school due to various compulsory activities taking place. Woza weekend!
PS Garfield Naidoo, you get to warm the bricks tonight and breakfast will be served on my schedule tomorrow morning - capisce!
Then from just after 8am, the doorbell has been constantly ding donging with people coming in and out. The sappy wop that I am, has been allowing the previously knighted "useless contractors" to store (rent free) all their wheelbarrows, tar squashing machine, picks, spades and other paraphanalia in our garden at night. This because their boss will apparently not collect it daily and I am assuming, has told them that if anything goes astray, it's their necks on the line.
The rule is for them to ring the doorbell when they are collecting stuff, then to ring it again when I should close the gate. Great system, except today we seem to be collecting things in drips and drabs. I feel rather like a doorman manning the entrance to a block of apartments!
Best they get it together as I shall shortly be vacating the premisis to attend the waiting game that is the post office; followed by 3 to 4 trips back and forth to the school due to various compulsory activities taking place. Woza weekend!
PS Garfield Naidoo, you get to warm the bricks tonight and breakfast will be served on my schedule tomorrow morning - capisce!
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