Daydream fund challenge part 4

Still not got into the garden. Still more horrid white stuff messing up my plans to do something nice with my limited free time.

Finally did the obligatory visit to a bereaved friend this weekend. I couldn't not, as I've put it off so many times, I really thought that I would be taking the p if I cancelled.

For my pains, I got stranded in the middle of nowhere near an estuary. It was so cold on the way to try and find a train going anywhere vaguely near home the next day (as everything had been cancelled, the station had been closed, etc, etc), that, despite wearing half of Millets', the moment I stepped outside, my fingers were in agony. It really, really hurt inside whilst the outsides were (underneath the fancy gloves) white like marble and I had absolutely no control or sensation. But the temperature was supposed to be -1C. Yeah, like that was in any way accurate - I have NEVER felt that cold or that pain before, despite being a fairly well neglected child who constantly had chilblains (and malnutrition. And bruises) because spending money on clothing (or food ) for the likes of me was far less appealing than spending it on herself.

And then I got stranded and watching a near riot at London Victoria.

Eventually got back to the home town, found out Himself had been nearly as well stranded and had stayed at a mate's overnight rather than risk waiting for night buses/tubes/more buses/then walking and, having had a slight episode on the one train that ran, made it as far as the pub.

Only a slight episode. Idiot woman refused to move herself or her precious case the size of a Victorian Terrace out of the way of the train doors, making it very possible that everybody in the carriage could have been trapped inside until it next stopped sixty miles away with no services back. She asked me what I'd do about it (or words to that effect).


I reassured her that I would be perfectly happy to hoy it out of the train and across the platform with a size 7 if she wanted, but I would really rather prefer it if she moved it and herself out of the way instead.

We all got off the train unencumbered.


When am I ever going to get a chance to place my compost delivery, never mind get it?

lucielle wrote: »

Whoop managed to land myself a job as sheep midwife for the duration of April!
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More than most jobs, it's always good to keep your hand in

Windy, but warm today. Well, above freezing, which is the new definition of warm this spring.

I'm bracing myself to dealing with [STRIKE]kids[/STRIKE]. No, actual children, to which I am highly allergic. There are dozens descending on the farm in the next few days, and I don't know why I have agreed. More stupid still, I have agreed to take place in a larger event elsewhere, hence having practice-brats here first.

I am relying on the goats to head-butt someone in the a55, or the [STRIKE]a55e5...[/STRIKE]donkeys to kick someone in the head, then I might be deinvited.

I have no memory of agreeing to do all that. Alcohol or Alzheimer's: not sure which.

However, I will need fortifying with the former to get through the chaos and noise... hipflask required!

I am genuinely worried. We chose not to have children, which meant we tended to mix more with other childless folk, I actively avoided nieces and nephews, and the ones I taught in the past were generally around 20. I tend to avoid the noise if I can, and where I holiday, infants tend to be on the sparse side. Adults too, if I'm lucky!

It really is going to be an experience. Oh well, I'm sure Beelzebub can distract them and, if they touch him roughly, his mum will just kill them, so that'll work out well!

Still over a week to invent excuses/illnesses.

If it's after Easter, can I bring my niece and nephew? I need someone to entertain them for a bit