This is a week off! Where has it gone? I feel as if I am in a whirlwind, I’ve got caught up in this frenetic, continuous motion vortex. Twins, daughter, Amy; work related phone calls, work meetings; gardening (praise the Lord for an Indian summer), other daughter, Jack and Izzy. This evening is the first opportunity to just be, and I nearly wasn’t able to unload to my pseudo-psychologist, aka a computer, due to my broadband stopping yesterday. Hysteria abounded. Hubby says that I am addicted, I denied that heinous suggestion and explained, in high-pitched screeches that I had three items I was selling on E-Bay that were ending and so I needed access otherwise I would lose my 100% feedback. That is a story in itself, selling on E-Bay, I want to earn enough to buy me a laptop so I’m having a clear out, Hubby has hidden his golf-clubs, he thinks I might sell them. Anyway, back to broadband. I phoned Virgin media, 25p per minute plus a 10p connection charge, I have to be fair, they are going to refund the cost because it was them at fault. Actually, why should I be fair? They charge enough for all their services so why should I have to pay them when I to report a fault? The lady at the other end of the very expensive line told me that an engineer couldn’t come until Friday, this was Wednesday, I don’t know if she understood what I wailed to her then but I think she understood that I was unhappy. I threw myself into housework to try to distract myself from my craving for internet access, the phone interupted my manic hoovering and possibly saved the curtains from certain damage. It was daughter to tell me that Jack and her had just had a heart-to-heart about things that make him unhappy or cross, and I was top of the list. Why? Because I work too much now and he misses seeing me all the time. Well, that’s it then, I’ve got to retire, unfortunately Hubby doesn’t see it that way. I feel really guilty though. I never worked during the day when my children were young so that they would know I was always there for them, it seems that grandchildren can also feel unloved if you’re not around, it makes me feel sad that Jack feels that I don’t spend enough time with him.
Back to the hoovering, knock on the door, its a man sporting a Virgin media logo. Hurrah, my knight in shining armour, two days early, 6pm but I am so happy to see him so, cutting an extremely long, tedious story short, I have my broadband back.
Today both daughters and grandchildren were at my house. The twins were being little angels, sleeping and eating. Amy was being my little entertainer, dancing and singing, Izzy was cutting a tooth and looking really cute and Jack, well Jack was being the centre of my universe, my human racing car, Nanny’s golden boy.