Oh Knickers!...I'd managed to make it as far as the bathroom this afternoon...and it's only about four steps from my desk but I was a bit sozzled...was standing under the shower and wondering where I'd put the shampoo... when there was a knocking on the front door.
Now I don't get out of the shower for anybody...could have been George Clooney standing there and I'd still stay very quiet until he'd gone away...actually, if it was George, I'd not have wanted him to see my wobbly bits so I'd have probably hidden behind the door...
Bobby was throwing himself against the front door barking his head off...Millie began to howl and Eilis dashed into the bathroom and sat on the bath mat...
Eventually, the bloke who'd been wandering about outside, between hammering on the door, went away and the dogs stopped barking and I ventured out...quietly.
Himself came home from buying some milk and suddenly bawled at me...'Did you leave a plastic bucket on the freezer?'...'Plastic bucket? freezer?' I paused mid-key stroke and asked whatever was he talking about...explain please!
He brought a big white polythene bucket into the sitting room and dumped it on the table...when it dawned on me what it actually was I could have burst into tears!
Teresa...Himself's eldest daughter... asked me for ideas for Christmas presents and I'd suggested one of those beer making kits...she'd ordered it directly from the firm...which is based in Ireland...and they'd sent it a day after she ordered it...
Himself found his glasses...read the label...and put two and two together...
I let rip with some quite bad words 'cos it'd spoiled the surprise, but on the other hand it did show some initiative on the part of the poor delivery man, who'd come in through the side gate and left it on top of the freezer in the back lobby...
Losing The Plot...
What recession
