LONG, LONG, LONG WEEK

Hey, there, again

It's been a long week. I could say even a very long week. At times, I've had the feeling that I wouldn't see the end of it. 


Waking up at six in the morning and then going to bed at around two or four in the morning didn't help either.  Right now, I could say that I know how a well-wrung sponge feels. 

The quest for fixing my central heating has marked this week. But never fear: the struggle is not over. It will continue well in the next one, if not in the next year. After the 23rd, I don't think anyone could find a guy to fix it before the 8th of January. It's been a long string of visits from an expert and another, and each one of them presented a different theory. I have even had two visits a day: one in the morning and another in the evening. I needed that to round the things up nicely. 

Anyway, in conclusion: no one knows what the heck is wrong with it. So, until I have found someone to fix the problem, I will continue with the regimen of Scottish showers. Worse, the temperature in the house has dropped by quite a few degrees. 

However, I discovered how to raise the temperature in the bedroom: a good humidifier can offer the illusion of heat. It also helps to breathe, so that is a plus. Rex always had problems with his nose, and the vapours from the humidifier have helped him a lot.  

There have been other things to top up my evenings, like the work meetings scheduled right after the end of the workday.

Still, this evening, I found the cherry on top. You see, I have decided to forget about the many pounds surrounding my body with cushions and treat myself with something sweet. After a week full of disappointments and hard work without a result for the near future, I did need something to cheer me up. So, I ordered two cakes (all right, only one for tonight, the other for tomorrow - I might be a bit airy, but I am not downright stupid).

The good news is that the order came half an hour earlier than expected. The bad news is that the guy who brought the order decided to park in the middle of the road. But precisely in the middle, you know. 

This street is not a peripheral street. There's even a bus that passes by. Imagine the thrill the other drivers felt! It was a lively show. The delivery guy did not even glance at my gate, even though my street number is painted with big paint strokes. No, he decided to admire the opposite side of the road. 

Well, I tried to attract his attention. Suddenly, the guy starts running in reverse at full speed. I must admit that it was a ballsy move. However, I was not crazy enough to run in the middle of a busy street, especially when the man's move prompted the other drivers to drive erratically.

I reckon that I remained nonplussed for a moment and tried to find a solution to my new dilemma. After all, I wanted only to spoil myself with something sweet to forget about the rest of the week and found myself with something else to decide. 

At first, I thought of going back into the house to take my phone. A call to the reckless delivery guy might have done the trick, even though he seemed determined to drive back from where he had come, running in reverse the whole way.

Then, I wondered if I should have bothered. There were only two cakes. My evening wouldn't get much better even with them. 

Still, mulishly I went inside and took my phone. I returned to the gate, only to see the man returning to his previous parking spot, right there in the middle of the street. So, I merely shouted to make him look at me, and, wow, so much joy, he saw me and got out of his car. 

I was afraid that the oncoming traffic would flatten him on the pavement. Still, apparently, there were only sober drivers on the road tonight, and none felt the need to obliterate a delivery guy. That doesn't mean that they didn't express their feelings with enthusiasm.  

The guy gave me the bag, explaining that he had the impression that another woman was standing on the corner at the end of the road. So, he decided to drive to her, thinking that she was I. 

I asked him sweetly if he had noticed the number on the wall: two large digits, almost shining in the light offered by the lamp street. He admitted he had never looked at them. 

I inquired then how he thought of delivering something to an address if he didn't check the address. The man assured me that it was enough to look around, and he would undoubtedly spot the right customer. 

I gave up with a headshake. The man had strong convictions, and nothing coming from me would have changed them.  I thanked him from the tip of my lips and left. 

Of course, Rex took care to make the neighbours happy all this while. Locked in the back yard, my little boy let everyone within a one-mile radius know that someone is at the front gate and that person might have nefarious thoughts.

​Luckily, it is a Friday night, and people might still linger in front of the TV. That doesn't mean they have not sent blessing thoughts in our direction. They couldn't have refrained themselves. 

Now, I will devour one of the cakes - it's late, I know. I shouldn't think of it, but right now, I don't give a damn. 

There's tomorrow to feel guilty if I have to.