WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT, OF COURSE YOU WOULD

 

Another well-organised day that unravelled itself into chaos.

I arose early to sort out Lily the cat who wishes to be mine, and almost is, and have some playtime with her, before a hectic schedule of events.

First, my carer was late not her fault, they scheduled a client at an impossible travelling distance to one another, unless you used a helicopter. 8am became 9am. To almost 10am.

I asked my cleaners to come earlier as I was expecting old friends on a visit at 10.30. They kindly arranged to arrive at 9am. So with both events activated for 9am, everyone was using the bathrooms and water at the same time. My husband and I showered upstairs and down, cleaner nipping in where we had vacated.

Finally, everyone had completed what they had to and restored the house to order. The carer left first, and then we heard a great deal of big vehicle backing noises. On investigating saw a large lorry with hoisting equipment trying to manoeuvre in through the gates to deliver some hefty concrete slabs for the next-door's new kitchen build.

The only problem was they had not notified us of their intentions, and very successfully trapped my cleaning team, unable to proceed to their next client.

As the lorry backed out, it just grazed one of the gate pillars knocking the top and the electric light out of place.

Just as we absorbed that situation, a message arrived on my iPad. Our friends were frazzled after a night of hotel evacuation, due to fire alarms being triggered by a guest smoking in the bedroom. Three times they were alerted with one full evacuation in their bed attire.

So they asked if they could come a little later. 11.15am. Disaster the time gap was narrowing, as we had to leave at 12.45am for Worthing for a dental appointment for my young man at 2.15pm.

The little lad across the road brought him from school unwell to join the community and parking chaos.

Some a passable cold lunch was prepared and shared together before we had to separate and go our ways. 

Hugging our guests and waving them off, before racing to lock up the house and leave ourselves. However, a great big concrete mixer arrived blocking out the lane, where my young man had parked our car. Stalemate, the driver had to back into the main road to let us out. It was a tight squeeze but we made it.

At last, we were out in the open road heading for the dentist, for my young man and to see our adopted family on their return from their holiday in Rhodes. We listened as they related all their.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, with a companionable, drive home in the dark. Until almost home when a warning light came on the dashboard to warn of a tyre problem. Thankfully we had just purred into our drive at this point and decided to let sleeping dogs lie till the morning.

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