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I had today planned out. Mirinda was in London (she went to the theatre last night and was going to the ballet tonight) so I had to work around the cleaners coming, but that would be fine. It wasn’t that busy a day, but there were things that needed to be done and, if they were done in the right order, it wouldn’t take too long.
Like take the girls for a walk along the track near the house. Eventually we did, and the few, random daffodils along the way went some way to brighten my frustrated mood.
The cleaners normally come at around 09:15, work feverishly for an hour, then are gone by 10:30. Obviously, I can’t leave the dogs on their own while the cleaners work around them, so I had to be here with them.
The cleaners, after a bit of a shaky start, have been regularly arriving at the same time until the other week when they arrived an hour late and Mirinda, returning with the dogs, burst in on them because she thought they’d be gone. We sat outside and waited for them to finish.
This morning, however, they turned up at 11:30.
The biggest chore today was for me to take a couple of clothing return parcels up to the post office. I figured I’d be able to do this as soon as the cleaners left.
“Well, slow down, Gaz, cause that ain’t gonna happen anytime soon,” my brain kept telling me as the time stretched on.
Finally, they’d finished but, by then, it was lunchtime so another hour slipped by in necessary repast.
I eventually left for the post office at 13:30. And, the late hour can be blamed for my having to wait in a queue at the post office for an hour. Yes, an hour. I must add that the queue was very well-behaved. Which surprised me. I didn’t even hear any suppressed tutting, which is unusual in a British queue.
Eventually I was served and sent the parcels off. On the way back to the house, I decided I needed a quiet pint in the Sail Inn.
The quiet pint of Neck Oil worked on my mood. I, wisely, ignored the six noisy ones and headed back to the dogs, who eagerly joined me in the walk.
