Today my supermarket opened their Christmas slots. I know it is early but also knew if I didn't join the fun I would miss out.
I logged in at 05:45 and was told to come back at 6.00. At 6.00 on the dot I returned to be told I had a wait for over an hour. I wonder if I had stayed their if I would have been earlier in queue. Leaving my app open I went into another app on phone. I went back to check wait time to be told supermarket app had lost connection with server. Agghhhh
As it turns out I didn't have extra time to wait. So I sat looking like a zombie staring at phone and not touching it.
I started to get itchy. Could I take dog for walk. Technically yes, but what if I lost my space when the juice went from WiFi to roaming.
In the end I logged into laptop and started a new timer and went for walk.
I maintained connection and walked, threw ball and watched mobile at same time. With one minute to go I sat on sodden grass and threw ball.
I was in. My turn to book. Immediately 4 dogs turned up and stole my dogs ball. Bedlam. I was trying to ignore dogs whilst calculating bookings. They hadn't just released Christmas they had released every day from November to new year. This meant I had to book my weekly shop as well as Christmas so I didn't miss slots. All while throwing the ball for the dog.
Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
Aaaanyway. All done now.
Husband has just woken up after all that. I had telly on to try to wind down. He had the audacity to sigh because telly on impacted his morning routine!!!!! And people think he is the nice one in our relationship. How bad does that make me!!!
In other news. Son went back to school yesterday after fortnight off. He is off again today because of Lewes bonfire!!!! That is a life I could lead. #I lmisscovid.
When I wrote about Tuesday last week I didn't even know what the weekend would be like. I'm on my knees with exhaustion. Got up on Saturday morning with my normal routine, which is to leave at about 08:00 to walk dog to butchers, so I get their early enough to have a full range on offer.
When I got back home, I was exhausted from the week so I set to preparing supper for 6 (as usual) so that I could sit down and relax and if necessary have a nap. Then husband let me know that he was off to football (don't get me started), the problem with this was that son was meeting friends in town and needed to be dropped off. So instead of relaxing I drove son into Brighton centre.
This may not sound like a big thing, but driving in Brighton centre is very traumatic because they keep changing the layout and every time they change it it is to trap cars so that they can get money out of drivers. So if you don't do it every day it's extremely stressful. Son was meeting friends at the station, so I decided the most sensible route was to head up towards West Street so he could walk rest of the way. As we drove I explained the route he had to walk because it wasn't familiar to him.
We headed up the road only to find out it was closed off, so having prepped son we had to change his route at the last second. I followed the diversion and he headed off. As it turns out he couldn't take the new route because that was closed off too. He used google maps and lost connection, so he was quite stressed out as well.
I got home and sat down, but because I was on my and needed to finish the evening meal, not for long, but long enough to do a bit of internet 'surfing'.
For about 2 years I've been trying to get a hostess trolley - you know the ones from the 1970's. They just don't sell them any more. It's less about the food, but more about managing warming up plates and dishes for food. Because I cater so much it's something I struggle to find space with all the time, despite having two ovens. The problem is we don't have space in the kitchen and limited space in the dining room. On my weekly hunt on ebay I managed to find the perfect one. What's more it was only £40! bargain. The perfect size for the space in the dining room.
The only problem was that it was collection only. I looked at the location and it was on the outskirts of London. Now pre COVID I drove about 30,000 miles a year and was a confident driver, but all that driving was on motorways and A roads. I've never been massively confident with urban driving. I tried to find if there was some sort of pick up service I could organise, but it all got too complicated. In the end I contacted the people and agreed with them that I'd head off from my house at about 07:00 on Sunday so that I could do the drive when the roads were as clear as possible.
I'd said to son the latest I could pick him up was 16:30. I arrived as planned at exactly 16:30 because I needed to be home to finish supper and be there for people on arrival. We'd arranged a pick up point. I'd explained that he had to be there because I couldn't hang around without getting a ticket. As you can guess he wasn't there. I sent him a WhatsApp and did a circuit needlessly driving a full circle to kill some time. I arrived back at pick up point and he wasn't there.
Son turned up about 5 mins later (if I get a ticket he's paying for it!!!). By then I was in a fever pitch of stress. We headed home along the road by the County Hospital. Suddenly there were 2 fire engines trying to get past me. I couldn't pull in on the left because there was a cycle lane with an unbroken line. I know that people have been fined for crossing these, even with emergency vehicles. I indicated and pulled to the right, but the fire engines did as well and they were right behind me.
I was stressed off my box, didn't know what to do. In the end I just pulled into a side road and once again did a circuit to get back to the road I wanted to be on. By now I was literally hyperventilating. Not helped by son who was mansplaining what I should have done to have managed the situation better.
By the time we got home I was shattered and definitely not in the mood to entertain. Then one of the guests contacted to ask if they could turn up early. Hoorah.
In the end husband turned up 45 minutes after the guests, in a great mood because his team had won. Lucky lucky him.
I went to bed early so I was prepared for Sunday and as promised at 07:00 I was in the car and on my way to pick up the hostess trolley. On my own (again don't get me started). Actually the drive wasn't too bad. It was pretty much motorway and A roads, when I got into more built up areas the speed limit did me favours. And 'John' my satnav did me proud. The people were lovely and before you knew it I was on my way back home. By 09:40 I was back home, just as husband was getting out of bed.
Now I know this sounds as if husband is lazy, he isn't he does loads around the house (though I'm convinced at least 70% is me). He spent the day working on flat packed furniture he'd bought as we continue to do up son's bedroom. I was back in bed by 11:00 to have a 2 hour sleep.
On waking I took the dog for a walk and then had a whole hour and a half before I needed to start supper. A whole hour and a half of resting time (I don't count sleeping, that's medically required).
The only problem then was because I'd slept soundly during the day I went to bed at 22:00, then woke at midnight, then went downstairs. At 02:00 I slept again, waking at 15:30, then I slept from 04:15 to 05:00. I woke son at 06:00, no sound of him moving so I woke him again at 06:15. Then I fell asleep again until 07:20. I'm not as shattered as I should be. I guess if you add all those chunks of sleep together I got enough overall.
And now I start another week at work. Hooray.
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