Busy Doing Nothing

My sabbatical hasn't really turned out how I hoped it would. I had envisaged lazy days catching up with friends, meeting up in quaint coffee shops and discovering new talents. Well, let's just say I have now landed on Planet Reality!!

We have the builders in as our drive needed resurfacing. Is it just me or do Tradesmen have their own timescale (one promised to phone me after 5 pm - which later turned into 9:45 pm!!) A 4-day job is now turning into a 2 week stint instead. Can you imagine my horror when I look out of the window today and see the drive looking a cute barbie pink!! Trying not to show any concern about the revised colour scheme (it should be a staid buff colour) I nonchalantly enquire as to how it will look when it will dry. "Oh, don't worry love it dries up a different colour!!" Well, how was I supposed to know. I have not ventured out of the house as when I do my feet are engulfed in a strawberry dust storm.

Even our radiator in the lounge, is crying and this streaming was curtailed by the plumber last week only to return again with a vengeance.

I have had a bad cold so the only people that I have been in contact with lately have been the Tradesmen who I do believe come off a different planet with their technical language and fluid timescales...

My cold prevented me buying a new frock and going to the Hilton with Kevin on Friday. Ok, it would have been difficult finding an evening hanky complete with rhinestones and I would have needed my own private plumber but that's not the point. I have known Kevin for 18 years and there has never been an opportunity before and I would have liked to have gone before I dance round my Zimmer frame.

My cold is going now and I am relieved as I prepare for my interview on Wednesday. As it is a Christian organisation I have to prove my faith convincingly. I find this a little challenging to say the least. Must remember to take 2 pairs of shoes, one for walking along the strawberry dustfield and the other to look normal (!) in and go with my interview suit. Kevin thought I should put carrier bags on my feet but knowing me I would forget to take them off for the interview. At least I would get noticed...