Sigh. Whatever the plumber did yesterday, it appears to mean that we’ve lost the use of our heating once more. I’m attempting to be stalwart and strong about this, but this morning when I tried to turn on the bathroom light, that's not working now either. The cord has decided to be unpullable. There was a moment when I wondered whether to burst into tears and run down the road sobbing, but I decided to stand in the middle of the kitchen instead and perform a silent primeval scream. Well, Lord H doesn’t appreciate a lot of unexpected noise at the best of times, and this certainly isn’t one of those. Honestly, this bloody flat. Sometimes I hate it. It just doesn’t feel like home at the moment – but more like something out to get me.
Anyway, after that, I took a calming pill and a de-stress pill, then fetched the torch and placed it in the bathroom so at least we can see something of whatever we’re doing in there. It would be better if it were warm of course, but it isn’t and there’s nothing that can be done about that until at least Saturday when the plumber turns up again. We hope. Double sigh.
At least we still have the cold water from a tap situation – for now anyway. Lord alone knows what will go wrong next.
So, by the time I got to work, I felt utterly overwhelmed with it all and unable to engage with anything much on any kind of level. I’m in on a Friday (dammit) as we’ve had the Student Affairs Committee today – which went okay, I think, and had the added bonus of finishing early. Plus Catering supplied us with free mince pies, so that was good. Hurrah.
This lunchtime, I walked into town to get some spare keys cut for the neighbours, and for Lord H of course – as the plumber now has his keys. If before I get there, I manage to lose mine, we won’t be able to get into the flat at all and will have to call a fireman to do it for us. Mmm, a scenario which I suppose does have its compensations …
For the rest of the day, I’ve attempted to make the minutes make sense – not an easy task when my brain is full of mush and doom. Tonight, I’m planning to get at least some cleaning done and watch TV for as long as the rest of our ruddy lights deign to work.
Meanwhile, here’s today’s meditation poem:
Where you hoped to find love
you found only
that even God
might not uncover the meaning.
slip across your skin
like small fish
in a wide river.
Watch them dance
out of your comprehension.
Ooh, and at home Lord H has fitted a new cord to the bathroom light, so it works, double hurrah! Vast Husband Points to him indeed. Definitely my Hero of the Week.
Today’s nice things:
1. Mince pies
4. Lord H mending the light.
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