Day 52: 1st May

A pinch and a punch......... Happy Beltane

1st May

May have to go out and ride a white swan.......

Thank you, Marc Bolan.

Anyway - the tough love is going roughly according to plan. Not going down well, but we have settled on a kind of laptop-time-related accord, where time is earned with manners, good attitude, ease of communication and a smattering of good will to all.

The general complaint that there is no fun in this house has been listened to. I have attempted to explain that 'fun' is something that can be enjoyed by all of us, but when one of us is totally knackered, fed up with being talked at as though their only purpose on the planet is to either annoy, wait upon, or embarrass smaller members of the family, or simply has so many things going on in her life that she is overwhelmed with 'stuff', there is an imbalance which needs sorting out.

The Skoda has to take it's annual test next week. There is a high possibility that it will not pass. I have to put my trust in the wonderful Andy who has promised to pick it up, take it to it's test, fix any problems and then if necessary take it for a 2nd test. 
In the meantime, I need to try to work out why the hell the boot has decided to only open on days with an S in it, why the zapper doesn't have any effect upon the locking system when  it is dark, and why, oh why, does it need an oil-change when it only had one 4 months ago.

 

There were 3 points last night when I had to get out of bed. 

1: to get some soluble drugs - my knees were actually throbbing so much that I couldn't get to sleep.

2: to heat up the loyal wheat bag to place on the stupid knees.

3: C1 had a nightmare.

Then I had 'the recurring dream'* about running through a giant bowl of mashed potato.

Got up for the 4th time at 5:50am, after deciding to give up on sleep and go and crochet an ear for the Aston Villa Mimsy that I am in the process of hooking up.

Off to Mummy and Daddy's house to say hello and drop off Horseshoe Horace, then back in time to welcome Mrs H* for a further tutor session in crochet skills. Hot tea and soup will be on offer. 

And apparently, according to C2, fun may be restored in this house if I purchase a bag of frozen 'oven-cook' french fries, and stop cooking 'home-made horribleness'. 

*Had to cancel Mrs H for today - parents seemed to need me around.

** this dream has been going on since I was about 13. It returns to me every year, at least 10 times. I love mashed potato, but I cannot work out why I have to dream about running through it!