I am addled from courses. I am sick of putting in assignments. This has taken from my blogging time. And then life has been busy; this time of year is always a bit frantic. One week I found myself out almost every evening: I concede bookclub on Monday was my own fault;Tuesday was supposed to be a quiet evening in but the boys had their French tutor come and they had stayed late at school at games club and everyone was extremely ratty; Wednesday was baptism preparation where the other volunteer pointed out to me that my name is on the rota 6 times which is more than anyone else’s and I had some very unChristian thoughts; on Thursday, I had volunteered to help out at the school graduation evening, Daniel had GAA and Mr. Waffle was stuck late at work. By the time Friday rolled around, I was good for nothing. There was a lot of this kind of thing all through May and June.
And then the house started collapsing around us, there was a problem with the gutter and the unseasonable weather meant that we were met by a waterfall every time we went out the back door. The back door itself broke – totally vindicating the builder’s prediction that we would rue the purchase of a bifold door – and in the weeks it took the man to come out to fix it we secured it with a bicycle spider [which is what we call the springy yoke to secure things on the back of a bicycle] which was actually, probably not super secure. The shed door broke and the man didn’t come to fix it for four weeks which meant bringing bicycles into the house through the broken back door and under the waterfall. A sub-optimal system. Then the broadband gave up. Three long weeks we were without broadband. Twice eircom engineers came to our house in the middle of the day without notice and twice we missed them. Because we have jobs; to pay for the broadband, inter alia.
On one day they arrived during the only two hours the house was empty as it was the children’s last day of school. They are cunning the eircom engineers.
Our new curtains arrived. I hated them. A bit unfortunate as they cost us a fortune. I have christened them the curtains of doom. I am hoping that removing the pleating from the pelmet [a misunderstanding, let us not speak of it] may help but I am beginning to fear that I may finally have encountered the limits to my affection for beige and cream.
Seriously, is it any wonder it’s been quiet on the blogging front with one thing and another?