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Date: 18 December 2005 13:02:08
It's a beautiful day - I love these cold autumn days when the sun is shining brightly but you need a hat and gloves. It'd be great to go out today, but impossible as Dad is in a grump, Tiddles is frantically doing a fortnight's English homework in one desperate sitting, Smudgelet is taking part in the church nativity, I have loads of work to do, and everything is going wrong today.
Dad's grump is a classic - he's grumping because a) nobody acknowledges his independence and the fact he can still do things for himself and b) nobody helped him put his arms in his crutches today and left him to work it out for himself; c) he feels guilty that I am tired and don't get any time to myself just lately and d) I refused to sit and have coffee with him because I had to put the dinner on and I wanted some time to myself; e) he feels lonely and wants company and f) someone's invited him round for coffee and he can't work out why. Actually, the way he is this morning, I can't work out why either ;)
The going wrong of everything is a little more stressful. First off, I begin to unpack the groceries and discover the bottle of Appletize I bought as a special treat for myself has actually come undone in the shopping and half a huge bottleful has poured out, not only over the groceries but also over the entire kitchen floor. First step is clearly to finish putting the bags of groceries away so I make my way stickily across the kitchen to the next bag which contains the washing conditioner. You've guessed it - the lid has come off that as well. It was fine until I lifted the bag, which then spilled its contents all over the floor and all over me in a slimy, sickly-sweet smelling deluge. Nothing for it but to clean the floor.
I head to the veranda to get my new squeegee - a Christmas present to myself after throwing the rather disgusting and dishevelled looking mop out with the rubbish. In the veranda... a blackbird.. courtesy of Charlie I guess.. and very much alive so needing rescuing. Having rid my home of this new visitor, bar a large number of feathers, I return to the kitchen and begin squeeging. I press the handle to squeeze the water out of the sponge and..... yes... the handle breaks off in my hand. Not "comes off" I hasten to add, but "breaks off". The squeegee won't squeege. I proceed to mop the floor with a sodden sponge then wade through to prepare the lunch.
But where is my casserole dish? Nowhere to be found. I search high and low, but clearly it's evading me. Last cupboard to look in is down by the kitchen table - hands and knees job to look in there. I crawl down on the wet floor, open the door and............ out fall a bag of flour and a bag of sugar and burst in a cloud of snow all over the floor.
Please please please can I go back to bed and start the day again?