It's all in the detail

Things are really annoying me today. Everything in fact.

It started when I woke and remembered my dream, which was unusual but welcome (I mean recalling the dream, not the dream itself). But within minutes it was gone, and the more I tried to remember the faster it vanished. I’m really bummed about this! I want to remember my dreams! Almost everyone else seems to be able tell me in detail what they dream about, and I feel left out!

Next to irritate was P. We didn’t have a good day yesterday, and I suppose I began this morning wary of what might set him off (yesterday it was about his shirt cuffs being too long). Today it was his breakfast. He wanted toast – which was fine, I don’t mind doing him toast and jam – but I’M NOT A BLOODY MIND READER and if he doesn’t actually ask…

The traffic was also a nightmare. As it has been all week. I don’t know what going on as there are no road-works, and I’m now leaving fifteen minutes earlier and arriving ten minutes later! And why am I always behind the twit who isn’t bothered if he makes the lights? And why the heck do they always make it through on orange and I get stuffed on red?! And I really must stop letting people out! I let one woman out, and then she goes on to pass the favour to every damnable car she sees!!

Next up was the dog walk. It should have been wonderful. The tide was just right, the sun was out, and we’re having the warmest October in a century (???). But the wind was blowing, and I mean BLOWING. After ten minutes my ears were so sore I had to give up.

Once home I threatened the dish-washer again. Hey, the threatening worked yesterday! We ended up doing a deal, it would work, and I shall stop being so tight and buy the salt and expensive descaler wash. (It had its pampering this afternoon, so it’d better work tonight!)

After that I actually had quite a nice morning as I went to Cass’s and drank tea on her patio, whilst the baby slept. It was the most civilised hour of the week.

I’m not even going to get into lunchtime with S. Let’s just say I’m glad I hadn’t swept the floor before I gave her couscous!

I was also supposed to make dinner at this point, but stew isn’t stew when you’ve forgotten to buy the onions.

Then we had to go shopping for the lawnmower sparkplug. Other than saying I followed the BH’s instructions, I can’t say much because he’s reading. But in future I shall trust my own instinct and go the shop I thought of first.

Onto ballet which wasn’t too much of a hassle, except the road we park in had road-works so they’d cancelled the parking and we had to walk twice as far. Which in turn, meant I was running to get back to it so I could reach J’s school before she came out. And once I had her, I had to get back to ballet to pick up S and meet the boys. It all went surprisingly well, but for the tiff with J about eating chocolate in my car and R trying to diddle me out of a pound (when will the fool realise I can add up?!)

And the rest was the usual chaos. Not so bad now I’m writing it down. And if I stop now I’ll have time for a relaxing bath. Ooo, that sounds good!

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P.S. Are any other Brits watching Eastenders? Phil and Grant are back!! Yipeeeee!! Think I may start watching again :o)