Saturday, 11 April 2015
A Petulant Post
I shouldn't even write this post but it's so nice to get a gripe or two down on paper - even if no-one reads it. It's called I recall "letting off steam". Sometimes there are times when nothing seems to go right. We've had endless problems getting our swimming pool put in. First there was the encounter with huge granite boulders after they had dug down a metre. After two ear-splitting days of two jack-hammers ( a baby followed by an expensive big guy), we gave in and agreed to re-order a shallower pool than the one we wanted. Actually, this should not have been surprising as we live on the side of a hill. Then something leaked/sucked air as huge bubbles constantly burst into the pool: no-one heeded my husband's hunch that the leaks were in the joins in the pipes and they should check before cementing in the paving. No, they said, it was just the solar heating tubes on the roof. After three weeks of trying out this theory to no avail - the paving was finally broken up to reveal - leaking joints. Also, the motor overheated at some point and my husband has demanded a new one. Then, after me defeating our garden tortoise for some weeks by placing chicken wire over my seedlings a caterpillar got in and ate the lot. I was almost speechless with rage particularly as the offender seems to be invisible and I cannot vent my spleen by stepping on him. You already know about the plumbing disaster in the laundry room. So no-one swam over Easter. What else? Oh yes, I have had such a bout of feeling sorry for myself that I have done nothing constructive this week and even sulked because I have finished my knitting and my puzzle and have no new project at the moment. I am even more fed up because hubby is working like a demon building a retaining wall at the back of the house and my only useful role seems to be providing endless mugs of coffee and tea. We had a very bad moment when he didn't even notice the one cup and knocked it flying. I think I must get my life back and stop moaning. Today was better - I packed my car to the rafters yesterdays with 'stuff' for the local boot sale. I made almost no money, but I did meet a number of nice people and have created more space in our house. I feel much better now. Thanks for listening.