Good morning from a wet Glasgow, where it is only 8 °C.
Yesterday did not go as planned. I got to the hairdresser to find that my usual sylist was on long term sick leave.
Her life is basically,ly a car crash, mainly due to the behaviour of her husband, who is now in jail.
You couldn't make up, the things which have been going on.
All I wanted was a quick tidy up and a blow dry, but two hours later I was still there.
The owner eventually cut my hair ( I usually try to avoid her) and a very inexperienced junior dried it. I am quite disappointed with the result. 😪
I collected my controlled drug script and dropped the script off at the pharmacy, to be told that it was temporarily unavailable. The pharmacist offered to phone my surgery to request a script for a replacement drug. Then he realised my surgery wasn't a local one and I would need to do it myself.
Cue a battle with a stroppy receptionist, who failed to understand exactly why I need a replacement and why it was urgent. 😡 Matters were compounded by the fact that I have no voice at the moment.
Today we have BabyD, also Dollie and her parents arrive back from Malta today, so I need to leave provisions for them. Dollie will be raging, DD has placed a framed photo of DD and SIL winning the family football tournament recently, in Dollie's bedroom . Dollie was not happy to lose and DD is enjoying her annoyance.
I noticed the same photo has been put in our conservatory to annoy Dollie even more.
I am not giving DD the satisfaction of knowing I have seen it. She will be itching to ask.😉
She often adds random photos of herself and removes ones of her siblings to prove that she is the favourite child! 🤣
I am looking forward to seeing BabyD's face, when she realises her high chair is missing.
She does not like change! She was sitting in it on the decking the other day, when we were party to a performance, only rivalled by Houdini. 😱
It is no longer safe to have her sitting in it and my heart cannot cope with the anxiety.
Finally, the curate is returning from Lourdes today and has forgotten his keys. The P.P is in the USA and therefore he is locked out. I will track his flight and let him in!
I shall be banking this favour.
He used to think I was an interfering old busybody, who hangs about the sacristy, he may have changed his opinion, now that I have averted chos on more than one occasion recently.😉
I think he may have realised in the P.P.'s absence, how much I do quietly behind the scenes.
I have managed to fill seven bags for the charity shop, with clothes I haven't worn for years, but could not bear to part with.
I have been quite ruthless
Once
I DH gets them downstairs, the guest room will be habitable once more.
My plan is now to tackle the shoe collection. Imelda Marcus, would have been envious.🤣
Wishing you all a pleasant day and hugs for those who are struggling.💐
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