A Disasterous Ramble

It's been one of those days. You know the sort - one of THOSE days. It starts by you being tripped up by a goose. Then after you've mopped up your spilled coffee and put on that extra wash that you hadn't planned before the caffeine stain on everything...

And so it goes on. You did your ironing on Tuesday after your regular wash so the iron goes on strike and says it's not doing a second lot this week. It says on the side of the iron that it has an automatic cut-out. Great! But how do you un-cut-out it and why did it stop in the first place?

Then you open a cupboard and the handle comes off in your hand. (It's a good job GB has this attitude that there's more things in life to worry about than the small stuff... I shall remind him of that when he gets home - and then I'll tell him!)

Oh, did I mention dropping a glass. The clever thing is I caught it and so at least there's no lasting damage done there. Nor did the split bin bag leave any long-term show after I'd cleaned it all off the kitchen floor... You couldn't make up days like this if you tried.

Then you get a phone call to say the ferry is stuck in the middle of The Minch between the mainland and the island. The same ferry which is fully booked for the next few days and which your Partner-who-loves-tea is supposed to be arriving on this Monday...


Does the Raven sitting on the garden fence post count for this list. The Raven that didn’t wait until your camera switched on before taking wing again? To me it does.

Then you go to add something to the shopping list. The same list you just rubbed off the wipe-clean board because you wrote it out neatly on a piece of paper. The same piece of paper which has presumably got picked up with the contents of the split binbag and is now nestling in the big green bin outside! Of course, it may not be there, in which case it will turn up tomorrow lunch time when we get back from the shops...

I just can’t wait to get to the safety of my bed...


In case you didn't believe me about tripping over a goose - here she is. Her sister lives back home in Pensby. Looks quite innocent doesn't she. Not the sort to go whipping the feet from under someone.

P. S. Checked the lottery - I'm not a millionaire. Bummer.

P.P.S. To play GB’s Glad Game - I woke up this morning; it didn’t rain while the washing was out on the line; I didn’t get bitten by a cleg or gored by a bull; the ferry hasn’t actually sunk; and the goose didn’t suffer!