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Just grumping. Don't mind me...
Tuesday, June 9th, 2015 11:49 amAll said and done, I don’t think I’m enjoying 2015 much. Not as a whole, anyway. There have been highlights and fun stuff, but that all kind of pales against the crap that won’t go away.
First there was Mum, then my Auntie Margaret – my Dad’s good and deserving younger sister died a fortnight ago. Last night we get off the tube to find that one of Elle’s old friends has unexpectedly passed away at the ridiculous age of 42. I knew him, but not well. Poor Furtle is quite cut up about it though, and having lost friends of my own in recent years, as well as recent family losses, I know how she feels.
While I was off at Auntie Mar’s funeral last week, my boss went off work. I thought it was an unexpected break and he’s back in the office today. Turns out his Mum had a heart attack. On Thursday last week, we found that our Deputy Director had been run over by a car. She won’t be back until next week, probably. And there have been health issues within the family, too. Not Furtle or me, happily, but close enough to home.
It just seems that a lot of bad stuff is happening around me and just won’t stop. I’m not a depressive personality, but come on, Guys, give me a break.
Just to add insult to injury, the work we are having done at The Gin palace is never ending. We booked a fortnight off at the beginning of May – not just for the building and redecorating, but that was an element and should have been enough time. Sadly not. The plasterer made such a mess of things that it’s still not finished, though it IS closer. I am working from home on Thursday in the hope that it will be finished and we will be able to get started on cleaning up and putting the furniture back over the weekend. But even if it IS the end of it, it means that by this Sunday, it will be close on 6 weeks since we could do anything with the living room or conservatory without squeezing past boxed stuff and trying to avoid touching the walls. Even upstairs we are short of space because of the amount of displaced stuff.
Still. We had a nice weekend away.
Grumble over.
First there was Mum, then my Auntie Margaret – my Dad’s good and deserving younger sister died a fortnight ago. Last night we get off the tube to find that one of Elle’s old friends has unexpectedly passed away at the ridiculous age of 42. I knew him, but not well. Poor Furtle is quite cut up about it though, and having lost friends of my own in recent years, as well as recent family losses, I know how she feels.
While I was off at Auntie Mar’s funeral last week, my boss went off work. I thought it was an unexpected break and he’s back in the office today. Turns out his Mum had a heart attack. On Thursday last week, we found that our Deputy Director had been run over by a car. She won’t be back until next week, probably. And there have been health issues within the family, too. Not Furtle or me, happily, but close enough to home.
It just seems that a lot of bad stuff is happening around me and just won’t stop. I’m not a depressive personality, but come on, Guys, give me a break.
Just to add insult to injury, the work we are having done at The Gin palace is never ending. We booked a fortnight off at the beginning of May – not just for the building and redecorating, but that was an element and should have been enough time. Sadly not. The plasterer made such a mess of things that it’s still not finished, though it IS closer. I am working from home on Thursday in the hope that it will be finished and we will be able to get started on cleaning up and putting the furniture back over the weekend. But even if it IS the end of it, it means that by this Sunday, it will be close on 6 weeks since we could do anything with the living room or conservatory without squeezing past boxed stuff and trying to avoid touching the walls. Even upstairs we are short of space because of the amount of displaced stuff.
Still. We had a nice weekend away.
Grumble over.