It has not been an easy day. The night was punctuated by angry messages, accusations, which did not make for much sleep. I’m still sad and more sickly. I can’t quite believe a cold can last this long. I am starting to take it as a personal affront.
The paint that a few days ago seemed vibrant chic now seems more Twin Peaks… so I have repainted it all again. With my splish-splash technique I am dappled in red and white dots like some exotic Amazonian bird.
The dog made modern art with a box of tissues and then the toilet blocked.It was the final straw, or should I say tissue, in the best possible way. For a moment I teetered on the edge of something and then it pushed me over into laughter. I realised there is no point in crying over spilled milk, torn up tissue or a brimming bowl.
After a few minutes on E-how, armed with plunger, coat hanger, and thankfully rubber gloves, I got to work. So today at least I feel I have achieved something!
I figure it is easy to be postive, perky, philosophical as armchair enterprises but it is who you are when the toilet blocks that really counts.
My dad was a big one for rising to life’s challenges. I think if he can see me now he will be having a good laugh…