Missed Deadline

Another early start again, and by 6 am I am stuffing a bacon sandwich down my gob and drinking tea preparing for the onslaught of today, which by no under estimation is going to be pretty busy to say the least.

Mum is home today and while I leave her to get on inside (I assumed that's what she was doing anyway) I go outside and start to tidy up the outside and the garden and the garage. I get a good bonfire going and then troll around with a wheel barrow and anything that can be burnt and looks redundant goes on the fire.

So there I am slogging my guts out in the garden for a good hour or 2 and go back to get a drink in the house only to discover my Mum has done sweet FA. It was the same story yesterday, when she came home at 2pm she spent most of the afternoon and evening on the telephone to what I can only assume were random people! Seriously she helped very little indeed yesterday and it looks like today is going to be a similar story. Sheess... so after a few very pointed remarks she does manage to do a bit, but most of that is directing the removal men, who, lets face it, already have a pretty good idea of what they need to do without any intervention from people who would rather give orders than actually do them. In the end I lose my rag a bit more but it doesn't work, the price she had to pay for this was not having her clothes folded up to be stored, they got dumped in a bin bag with no care or attention, I mean come on! It's like 11 am, we have to be out by 12 and she's still got a walk in wardrobe full of stuff!

By 11.30 its apparent there is no way we will be ready by 12 so we have to delay until 2 and after a lot of hard work from me, my sister and gale (the cleaner) we are all but evacuated on time. There are only 2 things left to be moved, and that is Pongo and Scrumpy, so while I take Pongo, Dad puts Scrumpy in his convertible and we take them over to the house my parents are staying at until their new house is ready.

By 4pm I am ready to leave and head home back to Phil, but not before I pick up my sisters birthday present to me and have a quick bite to eat. I get home at around 8 pm where I just feel like dying to be honest, I'm knacked, filthy (I fell over twice in the garden!) and feel like I've been rolled around in superglue than sandblasted with dust and crap and then sprayed in 'eau de bonfire.

I guess you could say then it's most definitely time for bed.

Posted by Abi on the May 18, 2006 9:19 PM