Thursday March 8th....
Dear Diary.....
Girlie had hissy fit last night and had to pluck up all her nice-ness, took a while, to ask for a lift this morning due to having the violin, obviously I made her wait until this morning and didn't mention the kitchen being spotless before we left, just went to the looe with my book and listened to the gentle sounds of dishes being badly washed
Boy person, home from Birmingham night out with pals - how are my nerves going to stand him going to S.France when I barely coped with one night in the big smoke - Hereford not even being a small spark - I don't know. But, he was good, had fun, and got up this morning for college.
Day plan. Girl to school. Woofits to river. Me to shed. Good Plan....
Girlie to school, she even said thank you...the day is going well. Get woofits ready for the off. Go.
Get to next door - about 300-400yds - man said, 'not a good weekend', thought he was referring to my rubbish bead fair, but he wasn't. Him and his wife managed to write off both their cars. My day/week is begining to feel quite good. Nod to him my sympathies - he is a grumpy arse normally - and advise getting rid of car, his, as its the second crash in it this year, its obviously jinxed, I know this being the clever girlie I am
Get to kissing gate at river, mobile goes. Heart stops.
Boy person. Breathe Laney, breathe....
'Mum, thought you might like to know, I have ran out of diesel, have rang the AA...'
'F'ing idiot' I say, nothing like motherly love 'do you have any money, they will not give you diesel without money?'
'Sh1t' says boy person. This means no.
'Where are you?' say I. He then gives me road names and stuff...what a waste of time, I can't direct the postman to next door and boy person is about 40 mins away. Tarrington, he says. 'Where?' say I. We have lived in this county for nearly 15 yrs
We discuss where he is, me getting more and more confused, until I say I am walking the dogs, he says AA will be there by about 10am, its not quite 9, so I say, right, I will walk dogs, get home and go from there. New Plan.
Meanwhile...
On 6th March, a collection of roof bars sold on Ebay, was booked with Shitty Link. They really are rubbish. Hubby works nights and I can't stay in forever. Leave parcel, outside of garage with note on, with hubbys mobile number on, hubby in bed, any problems...blah blah blah...note on door, next to garage, Dear City Link, collection by garage, any problems.. blah blah blah....
Walk woofits. They have been muck spreading again. Iz rolls, Defi eats, both go in river. The sun is shining, I am still doing ok.
Get half way home. Mobile rings. Iz drops ball, big truck comes round corner, I drop mobile on floor so it switches off.....
Get ball. Turn on mobile. Ring boy person. Engaged. Bugger. Try again. Wait for contact list to load. An eternity. Get boy person.
'Did you ring me?'
'Yes. I need £15 for the AA man'
'Ok, where are you?'
'Bartestree.'
'Thought you said Tarrington?'
'On way back to get money'
Dash home. Get to gate. Note on gate.
'we tried to collect'....blah blah blah...
The lazy little... **(**&() never even went through the gate We have three cars on the drive, how did he know we were not there 
Grab note. Livid now.
Go in gate and actually up drive.....rush in house, upstairs, wake hubby,
'do you have any money?'
He is instantly awake.
'Uh, no, why?'
'Ben has ran out of diesel and needs £15, AA man coming round with him to collect money'
Hubby rolls eyes. I am sure he is thinking the same as me. We are so proud.
I have £10 in cash and hubby has £5 in change. Got the £15 for the boy person.
Back downstairs. Get phone and try to ring number on failed collection note. Goes through to automated service, I get no where with that. Fire up laptop and get number to talk to actual person.
Finally get through. Some man on the other end.
'Consignment number please' he says
'What number?' say I 'Your delivery chap never even made it through the gate let alone gave me one of those...I have waited in for three days...I will start from the beginning, I am cross' I warn
Tell whole sorry story of rubbish collection driver/parcel by garage/hubby on nights in bed/mobile number on parcel/hubby is lorry driver so I do know that they actually do have to walk through some gates to collect stuff.
Man on phone makes very sympathetic noises.
'Your driver was here approx 25mins ago' I say, 'he actually managed to write that bit down, can you ring him and get him to come back?'
'Yes, absolutely, not a problem, I will sort that for you'
Boy person comes back, dogs start barking....hubby comes downstairs...what happened to my plan??
AA paid. Boy person now at home, hubby still up, tea drunk, kiln on, collection driver coming this afternoon...yeah right....and to think I had a plan and its not yet lunch!
Dear Diary.....
Girlie had hissy fit last night and had to pluck up all her nice-ness, took a while, to ask for a lift this morning due to having the violin, obviously I made her wait until this morning and didn't mention the kitchen being spotless before we left, just went to the looe with my book and listened to the gentle sounds of dishes being badly washed
Boy person, home from Birmingham night out with pals - how are my nerves going to stand him going to S.France when I barely coped with one night in the big smoke - Hereford not even being a small spark - I don't know. But, he was good, had fun, and got up this morning for college.
Day plan. Girl to school. Woofits to river. Me to shed. Good Plan....
Girlie to school, she even said thank you...the day is going well. Get woofits ready for the off. Go.
Get to next door - about 300-400yds - man said, 'not a good weekend', thought he was referring to my rubbish bead fair, but he wasn't. Him and his wife managed to write off both their cars. My day/week is begining to feel quite good. Nod to him my sympathies - he is a grumpy arse normally - and advise getting rid of car, his, as its the second crash in it this year, its obviously jinxed, I know this being the clever girlie I am
Get to kissing gate at river, mobile goes. Heart stops.
Boy person. Breathe Laney, breathe....
'Mum, thought you might like to know, I have ran out of diesel, have rang the AA...'
'F'ing idiot' I say, nothing like motherly love 'do you have any money, they will not give you diesel without money?'
'Sh1t' says boy person. This means no.
'Where are you?' say I. He then gives me road names and stuff...what a waste of time, I can't direct the postman to next door and boy person is about 40 mins away. Tarrington, he says. 'Where?' say I. We have lived in this county for nearly 15 yrs
We discuss where he is, me getting more and more confused, until I say I am walking the dogs, he says AA will be there by about 10am, its not quite 9, so I say, right, I will walk dogs, get home and go from there. New Plan.
Meanwhile...
On 6th March, a collection of roof bars sold on Ebay, was booked with Shitty Link. They really are rubbish. Hubby works nights and I can't stay in forever. Leave parcel, outside of garage with note on, with hubbys mobile number on, hubby in bed, any problems...blah blah blah...note on door, next to garage, Dear City Link, collection by garage, any problems.. blah blah blah....
Walk woofits. They have been muck spreading again. Iz rolls, Defi eats, both go in river. The sun is shining, I am still doing ok.
Get half way home. Mobile rings. Iz drops ball, big truck comes round corner, I drop mobile on floor so it switches off.....
Get ball. Turn on mobile. Ring boy person. Engaged. Bugger. Try again. Wait for contact list to load. An eternity. Get boy person.
'Did you ring me?'
'Yes. I need £15 for the AA man'
'Ok, where are you?'
'Bartestree.'
'Thought you said Tarrington?'
'On way back to get money'
Dash home. Get to gate. Note on gate.
'we tried to collect'....blah blah blah...
The lazy little... **(**&() never even went through the gate
We have three cars on the drive, how did he know we were not there Grab note. Livid now.
Go in gate and actually up drive.....rush in house, upstairs, wake hubby,
'do you have any money?'
He is instantly awake.
'Uh, no, why?'
'Ben has ran out of diesel and needs £15, AA man coming round with him to collect money'
Hubby rolls eyes. I am sure he is thinking the same as me. We are so proud.
I have £10 in cash and hubby has £5 in change. Got the £15 for the boy person.
Back downstairs. Get phone and try to ring number on failed collection note. Goes through to automated service, I get no where with that. Fire up laptop and get number to talk to actual person.
Finally get through. Some man on the other end.
'Consignment number please' he says
'What number?' say I 'Your delivery chap never even made it through the gate let alone gave me one of those...I have waited in for three days...I will start from the beginning, I am cross' I warn
Tell whole sorry story of rubbish collection driver/parcel by garage/hubby on nights in bed/mobile number on parcel/hubby is lorry driver so I do know that they actually do have to walk through some gates to collect stuff.
Man on phone makes very sympathetic noises.
'Your driver was here approx 25mins ago' I say, 'he actually managed to write that bit down, can you ring him and get him to come back?'
'Yes, absolutely, not a problem, I will sort that for you'
Boy person comes back, dogs start barking....hubby comes downstairs...what happened to my plan??
AA paid. Boy person now at home, hubby still up, tea drunk, kiln on, collection driver coming this afternoon...yeah right....and to think I had a plan and its not yet lunch!
