Good morning all from a wet Glasgow,
I hope you all have a happy family day, Susan.
Lfl I love holidaying in Malta. Wishing you and Nannyjan, a safe journey.
Yesterday was so busy and stressful.
I spent part of the morning, impersonating Sherlock Homes and asking parishioners for help to decipher names..
The young man, who types the bulletin, kept messaging and sending images, because he couldn't read the names on the notes he had. He also informed me that the P.P had gone to visit his family and I would need to go into the Parish house and retrieve the bulletin from the photocopier (all 600 of them).
I had just sat down to lunch, when I heard my phone ring, it was sitting beside DH, however he let it ring. I called back, It was the long awaited plumber, to look at the ongoing drip from the kitchen ceiling.
He had started working, when the doorbell rang, it was my difficult sister in law and her high flying son, who was up from London. We hadn't seen them for three years, because my son didn't invite her to Dollie's First Communion.
They had come to visit DH, but I knew her real motive was to tell me about her major fall out, with her P.P. (She is the talk of the Diocese, let alone her parish. 🙈) I am trying to remain out of it, but it is difficult.
While all this was going on, the plumber kept coming in and out.
My stomach was churning with anxiety, for I still had documents to print for the Fundraising Committee.
I had to climb over the bath panel and all the plumber's paraphernalia, to get to my wee room.
My PC had run out of ink, I sorted that. It wouldn't work!! No problem, I will send it to DH's printer, I thought.
It had no ink!! Weeks ago, I ordered cartridges for him, but he had just ignored me. I had no idea, where he had put them.
I gave up on that and decided to get ready for church. I had on joggers, but the plumber kept calling me to show things and I needed changed, but where?
Thankfully the young sacristan ad opened up the church, I was so harassed, when I got there.
I wondered over to the church house for the bulletins. I never go in, without ringing first. I knew the young curate was in, but he wasn't answering. On trying to unlock the door, I discovered he had left the key in the lock.🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
Eventually I got in, only to find the PC password had been changed and I couldn't print anything.
It was the last straw. I gave up! 🤣
Today, I plan to sort through the boxes of summer clothes, DD brought down from the loft yesterday. I suspect much will be going to the charity shop. I tried on a favourite White Stuff dress. It was not a pretty sight! 😭
I wish you all a pleasant Sunday.
P.S. the source of the leak cannot be found. The kitchen ceiling will need to come down.😭