I wrote this on Facebook yesterday:
Writing workshop this morning; eldest son home this afternoon; Dr Who tonight. Can this day get any better?!!
(Without the italics, of course; Facebook seems to be averse to correct punctuation. I don’t understand that(.
My friend posted this reply:
Workshop – awesome. Your son visiting – epic. Dr Who – not on until Christmas. Gutted
I was gutted, too. She compensated by:
- Giving me a gift of cute post-it notes – so that I could write cute love notes to the Hub, because we ‘like that sort of thing.’ She doesn’t know me very well. I got the present so that my ‘birthday week doesn’t have to end yet.’ She knows me so well. She also gave me a box of Maltesers. I think I love her.
- Giving me a lift to the workshop, which was forty miles away. Thank goodness I had the sense to book her on it when I booked my place.
I’d forgotten that British TV now does that stupid season break thing. America, I love you, but what’s with that? Why can’t your TV shows act in a civilised manner and air until they are finished? Lucky for you I’ve got extra Maltesers and I wrote nine poems yesterday, or I’d be a tad grumpy.
Now I am grumpy – what an irritating word ‘tad’ is. I can’t believe I used it.
Time for a quick Malteser fix, I think.
…peel off the chocolate…allow the malt to tease my taste buds…swig of Earl Grey…aaahh! My universe has righted itself.
That was the moment Hub chose to break it to me that eldest son was not coming home yesterday (I hadn’t noticed, being high on chocolate and poetry).
Someone pass me a dictionary; my mood is a tad violent….