Forgettable days

We will forget about yesterday.

First the dishwasher rolled over and expired. I did mention that every appliance I own is aged and living on borrowed time. They heard me, and the dishwasher decided its time was up. Not good. Especially when it was full of dirty dishes.

Then I got a parking penalty notice for a car park I have never been to in my life, have no intention of ever visiting, in a city miles from here on a day when I was working all day and out at book club in the evening. Never mind that I have no idea where the ****** car park is in the first place. The blog is a wonderful thing. I can check these things. Just in case I have lost my mind. This apparent infringement was in April.

So I tried to call the people who sent the evil notice to ask for their photographic proof which they tell me they have. There is no phone number. I have to write a letter. Which has to reach them within 3 days of the date on the letter. Which was sent 5 days ago and posted by 2nd class post.

I was less than thrilled.

Oh - they have a letter on the way, an email and a discussion about their inaccessibility to the public as well. If that does not work, I will see them in court. I am not paying £80 for something I have not done. I can prove where I was. So there.

You can see how stunning the day was. And how I loved spending an inordinate amount of time chasing windmills. What else..... Margaret took me to town to get a couple of things, which I could not find..... but I did spot a printer for David for uni at £29.99, so came home with that instead. Then I sat on the couch and started making a mental list (because the paper was in the study and it was too far to walk) of all the things we need to get for uni in a month or so and started hyperventilating, so I had a snooze instead.

A forgettable day, all in all. And gas went up 35% and electricity 9% yesterday. That is the gas we use for heating, hot water and cooking. Living, in other words. This is no joke. It will be too expensive to live soon. We are told to accept the reality of high energy costs and get used to it. Easy to say when you are a "fat cat" on an excessive salary. Not so easy when you are me. Snarl.

Anyway - Margaret and her husband are off on a Canadian holiday the week after next, and now that I come to think of it, I have friends going to South Africa later in the year, friends going to America, and friends going to Australia. As I speak, I know people in Aus, France, Italy, Greece, Spain, Bulgaria, and Germany on holiday right now. But I also have friends right here, and that is good.

I would, however, rather be in Switzerland right now, as I should be.

You may call me a ray of sunshine today.

I will count my blessings later, after I have had a good old sulk.