This week can be described as 'not a good week'.
It's the standard story of a lot of little annoyances at home and at work making a heap of annoyance (fear not though, all is well between Mr Psycho and myself - that's one less thing to keep off the heap) added into it that today has been nothing but freezing cold unending rain which meant I couldn't go for my run, that was bad enough but, just to put a cherry on top of the 'things that are irritating Mrs Psycho' pile, my freezer has decided it no longer wants to be a freezer, keeping the food frozen and, instead, would like to be like the fridge and just keep the food cold. This means my frozen food is going to eventually defrost.
Naffed Off is not quite strong enough to describe my feelings, but it's the strongest I'm going to use here.
As Mr Psycho was at work, I had to deal with the Care Plan people (who were very helpful, btw) who in turn dealt with the makers of our Fridge-Freezer (who were as helpful as a wet tissue in a rainstorm) who then wanted to know if I'd checked the seals around the door, nothing was blocking the door from closing and, weirdly, was I certain I wasn't keeping the fridge-freezer next to the oven?
Guess what? Joy of Joys, the earliest they can fit me in is *drum roll* Thursday Feb 1st. Whoopee.
To say I wasn't pleased was an understatement.
"Get some chocolate!" Cecelia piped up from my shoulder as I drove home, "Go on, bet Tesco's got some of those white fudge covered pretzels you like. That'll cheer you up"
Ashamed to say I was too tired and run down to resist and did find myself in Tesco with a shopping basket. But once I'd got past the magazine aisle, on my way to the confections, I got distracted and went to the haircare section instead, looking for some dry shampoo.
It was while I was there that Common Sense tapped me on the should and pointed out that chocolate or even white fudge covered pretzels, is not going to make the freezer work again, change the weather so that I can run the route I'm planning for next week and it's effects of cheering me up will last about 5 minutes before the regret kicks in.
Thus, I got a tin of dry shampoo, a packet of nice herbal tea that was on offer and whilst I did still get a bag of white fudge covered pretzels, it was a small bag, not the bumper bag I was originally going to get. I even ignored Cecelia when she tried to get me to put more chocolate and sweets into my basket.
"Go on, you like those american chocolate and peanut butter bars!" she protested as determinedly walked out of the sweet aisle
"You know what I really want right now, Cecelia?" I asked, heading towards the checkouts
"Yes. You want Malteasers" she nodded
"Actually, I was thinking about it," I started unloading the 3 items onto the conveyor belt "What I could really do with, that'd make me feel better than scoffing a lot of chocolate, is a hot bath and a face pack, followed by curling up on my sofa with a nice big cup of this black leaf and vanilla pod tea I'm about to buy, Hurricane Bianca on Netflix and a trashy 'turn the brain off' romance novel."
"Sounds stupid, baths and face packs just make you smell nice," She told me as I paid the lady at the till, "chocolate releases endorphins that make you happy"
"They also make me put weight on and have an aftertaste of 'regret'. No, I think my new way of cheering myself up is much better than scoffing choccies." I threw a pound in to the 'Diabetes Wales' collection pot on my way out of the shop and picked up a book from the table there, finding what sounded like a perfect 'turn the brain off trashy romance novel' and then heading to the car.
I assume Cecelia is attempting to hitchhike back to my house, because I drove off without her.
ah, time to run my bath. Hoping tomorrow is dry for my run
MrsPsycho Out xxx