Pottered about for a bit, chatted to DH, sorted the washing and was just deciding what to do when DD3 called. She was in a panic thinking she’d left her straightener on at home. Well, car has died so I caught 2 buses to go to her house. Arrived to find the offending equipment was off. Tidied the kitchen and sitting room, put the dishwasher on and did some hand washing up. Hung the washing on the clothes horses, helped myself to a mini Twix and coffee, watched Bargain Hunt and then did the reverse journey.
Arrived home to find the parcel I’d been waiting for (Parcel Force) could not be delivered. Tried to rearrange online but it wouldn’t accept the number on the card. Called the centre to be met with an automated voice. Put the tracking no. in again, not recognised. It asked for my address, name etc and I finally managed to arrange redelivery. I loathe talking to computers! Didn’t put the call down and guess what? A real person answered the phone. Apparently the driver had failed to put the suffix GB on the number. I had a grumble! Hung my own washing up and now I’m going to make a pot of tea!
Not the day I planned but never mind. It helped my DD out and she said I was wonderful. It’s lovely to be appreciated.
Should women have equal pay and opportunities?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Another week, another Tory MP sex scandal!