I logged in to start a pointless whining thread but you have beaten me to it so I will join yours.
Saturday morning I was due to meet o bloke to get some bits so I could fix the car but instead went to watch my god daughter swim. Fine with the swimming and she was brilliant but can’t get the car bits before and it didn’t finish until gone 1pm when the guy had gone home. All for 4 damn widths of the pool.
Saturday afternoon wasn’t actually too bad.
Sunday morning ride was okay but I mistook “Back by 2pm is fine” which she said for “Back by 1pm or I will stare at you all afternoon”
Later Sunday afternoon I start doing stuff and I get a call from my crying Mum saying my brother has had a massive fit and was in the process of dying. She is on a train on an interrupted holiday in Scotland and I drive to meet her near my brother. Just to clarify, I am bitching about my brother nearly dying, not the interruption to my plans. Stay t6he night at Mum’s place and drive back in the morning.
Monday wasted doing nothing but with the nagging thought about my brother and no news except ‘He is comfortable”. Monday night I tripped over a dozen Brakespears Triple so decided to empty them so no one else tripped over full bottles.
Today, woke up feeling bad and got worse on the ride where I was more of a dribbling idiot than a riding god. Home and did little. Still no change for my brother. Wife decided that Steel Magnolias was not the sort of play I want to watch tonight so I suggested she went with her daughter.
I am now sat alone at home with 10 little Duvals (Well 7 now), the realization that my problems are trivial and that I can not do anything about the problems that are really worrying me.
Oh well, at least I have STW. Sorry in advance if I upset you or start blathering. (6 now)
Cheers