Yesterday I almost went stir crazy.
It was an odd day for so many reasons
I earmarked myself the whole day to transfer all of the joint account direct debits to my personal account but what with the different tariffs, " easy" on line ways of doing things, the occasional threat to a call centre to cancel my accounts and a marathon change of details with the delightful Vikram in an Indian BT call centre , it took much longer than I expected
I have now finally sorted every account, every debit, and every change of name, 24 hours later
I was on the phone so long with Vikram that I feel that I need to send him a Christmas card.
Such is modern life.
A friend broke my rhythm. They were tearful and needed some time , so I took them to the cafe Mary and I go to in Colwyn Bay were we had buckets of coffee and the thickest buttered toast this side of the English border.
Thick buttered toast always makes things better
My work contract came yesterday too. I made an appointment to sort the mortgage out.
Trendy carol ( wearing light summer linen) called round with a basket of plums
I spoke to Nu and Nigel on the phone, wrote the blog and started work scrubbing the patio and Dead heading the potted flowers
One outstanding problem with the council tax was sorted this morning. The council clerk was chirpy
And rather sweet.
I had a dream early this morning too
It was one of those I'm having another ten minutes in bed dreams that ar so vivid that they hurt your chest when you eventually wake up.
I was around seven years old and I was dancing with my grandmother
It was a fast sort of waltz and she was wearing her cheap blue everyday dress that smelled of cold cream. Her ham sized arms dwarfed my own
We were in her neat back garden on the lawn
I was looking at my 1960s sandled feet and skinny knees
And I felt loved