Grrr…. Today was just one of those days. You know the kind of day I mean, a day that is highly irritating and where everything that possibly can just goes wrong, and that which can’t somehow just manages to. Despite a sunny start from the moment I woke up and got out of bed everything began to go downhill.
Firstly in a daze I tripped, and stubbed my toe on the bath panel, such pain, pah! I had work planned so hobble and do my ablutions, dress and then into the kitchen put the kettle on for the first cup of tea. Mug, teabag, milk, pour on boiling water, turn on the radio and to my horror watch the work surface slowly getting wetter and wetter, the mug had a hairline crack..
Feed the dogs, Bobby is so spoilt he has left over broth with his croquettes only that half missing his bowl I managed to pour much of the broth over the oven, into drawers and onto the floor… He had water topped up with broth instead.
Trip into the local town of Gubbio, four errands to run, the first office despite online saying they were open is firmly shut, the second unexpectedly taking up so much time that I had to rush to the third, with barely time to say hello and dump a sheaf of papers before they closed for lunch which left me too late to go to the fourth. On the way home the laundry sent an SMS the cushions and cushion covers that have been at the laundry for nearly three weeks (is my house actually so dirty that it takes over two weeks to clean cushions?) are now ready to be collected. Half way home, do I turn round and go back or return to Gubbio tomorrow, Friday? I have a busy schedule for the afternoon, so go home and come back tomorrow, decision made.
Stop off at a neighbour’s house, we have been trying to do a piece of business for some weeks, but I have never found the time to stop when his car was in the drive, or he has been working away from home and not there. Of course the family was at a late lunch, my timing was poor and embarassing and the piece of work is still outstanding.
Back home, after the rain and before more large scale water it seems sensible to try and clear the drains that run under the road, and which through lack of maintenance by the comune are of course full of mud and gravel, and stones, which means water gouges out the road surface and generously carries it into the garden and if exceedingly generous has been known to fill my porch with water. Trek up through the car park, a huge bunch of tools to hand, my am I unfit, and start hacking away at the mud. Dig dig dig, poke poke, poke, rake, pull move, hard work, half a metre acheived, still four or five metres to go da.n… To relieve the monotony I head onto the road to start from the other side. In with the spade, first dig snap! the shaft breaks clean off. Back to the tool shed for the more robust spade, dig, dig, and squelch, the shaft comes away from that spade…. Give up.
Ok so this drain is not going to be cleared today, I will try another that is only half blocked and I want to try with the pressure washer. Collect pressure washer, hose, second hose, joint, electric cable and remembering to turn on the power I went back to the car park. Forgetting the tap adaptor for the second time trek back to the sauna where I was last using the adaptor, it’s not there, no, it’s in my pocket.. Grrr… Climb to the water distribution cupboard, all the valve markings sadly faded and quasi indecipherable, turn on water to the tap in the car park (got that right first time), climbing through the hedge, rip, there goes my t shirt… Connect hose, power, carry power washer to nearer the drain and all of a sudden get soaked. No it was not the hose joint badly connected, but rather the water inlet to the pressure washeer snapped off, thus rendering the machine useless. Slip down the bank and snak my jeans on a branch, bruise my leg, and rip the jeans. Aargh…
Fed up with drains I turned my attention to cutting the grass in the car park, I know at this time of year it is not really necessary, but the grass was growing long and unruly and annoying me. Down to the toolshed, get the petrol, put petrol in the tank, fire up the lawnmower I keep for the car park, blue smoke but hey ho! One third of the way through the lawn cutting daylight ends, darkness descends and I can no longer see the stripes…
Back home, I’ve an invitation for dinner tonight, Italian friends and I have offered to make a desert, I thought of a British desert. Of course the problem of having two kitchens is that not each is evenly equipped, in the spring some of my utensils find their way downstairs to the catering kitchen, and I only bring them back up as required. Now why can I not remember to bring the cinnamon at the same time as the grater, and then why did I forget the scales? Five trips up and down for items, just to make a simple dessert, real frustration.
Anyway things then got better the apple sponge liberally laced with almonds was divine and much appreciated, it cooked well in my mini oven, I even managed not to burn or under-cook it, despite being in the bath and nearly dropping my book into the sudsy water. Out to dinner, a real treat, great hospitality and company and fabulous food. Smiles allround and flowing bubbly conversation, another local girl is heading Berlinwards, so addresses and contacts were offered. Lift home, and discussing plans for the day after tomorrow, Saturday, will we all be going to Montone? only to be told today was FRIDAY, I had no idea…. As tomorrow is in fact Saturday I have miscalculated and need to be in three different places tomorrow, so will have to clone myself.
Oh! and the last thing, putting on my glasses to write this post, they came apart, simply snapped at the bridge, useless, with that I’m off to bed. Tomorrow up early to go with friends to pick wild mushrooms, let’s hope they know their fungus, it’s gotta be a better day!