Yesterday we had a busy day at the historic building, but it was thoroughly unenjoyable. The visitors were either po-faced or chavs, sometimes both. I was so fed up with it that I closed half an hour early.
I've been getting really stressed about the weekend. A friend is coming to visit me, and is staying overnight. Of course I am looking forward to seeing them, but I get really anxious because I'm not used to having someone else at home. I'm sure it will be fine, but I still feel really edgy. I woke up at four o'clock this morning having slept very badly.
The news was horrible last night, what with the increasing threat of war in the far east, and the inevitable conclusion of the terminally-ill boy story.
Another thing on my mind is that I've got the plasterer coming on Monday morning, to repair my damaged bedroom wall. That has been on my mind too, as I shall have to sleep on a mattress on the spare-room floor while the plaster dries. My bed is too heavy for me to move on my own. It's all upheaval.
Then yesterday I had a letter from the landlord, advising me of a flat inspection this coming Friday. I can't do it, as the historic building is open on Fridays. So I'm waiting for them to get back to me with a new appointment. Three disruptions in a week (and the news bulletins) are making my head feel very overcrowded.
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