A morning of paperwork - letter writing, SK stuff. Making a few phone calls where no-one is around which is hugely inconvenient to my well planned day - that throws that out!
I attempt to tidy the living room - how do i get so much paper to throw out? Where does it all come from?. Half of it seems to be because someone has decided I like children's catalogues, you know the pretty pink bedroom type ones. Well a) my child is 13 b) my child has special needs and can't use all those great fiddly things you put down there nor the lovely fairy castle bed c) how many different companies are there out there that seem to sell the same thing? and d) WHO? gave you my details in the first place. Please do thank them from me.
I go to Windsor to meet an old friend whom I
haven't seen for ages. We had a catch up over coffee and a quick look in H&M (and I bought a skirt and top each for me and B) and Zara (in which she buys the most beautiful dress and I convince her that her knees do not look knobbly - they don't!) and then it was time for me to RUSH back to meet B's van due at 4. On way home, I ring school to find out how B has been. "Oh she has been great, she is here, do you want to speak to her?". What do you mean she is there? It is 15.25, she should be on her way home. 45 minutes later, it appears the transport company thought they
didn't have to pick her up today. So she then had to wait for alternative transport. This is the
umpteenth time since the beginning of term we have had transport issues.
I come home via the
off-licence shops and admire the fact I can now see at least part of the table my computer is on.
Ah there is the dulcet sound of a large van approaching.....
finally she is home!
Edited to say: actually it wasn't her. It is now 18.07 and she is not home. Apparently though she is 10 minutes away. Over 2 hours later than she should be. Not a happy mummy here! Heads are rolling.....
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