Frustrations

I seem to be having a frustrating spell these last few days....along with the bad news life seems to be full of small aggravations and I just don't seem to be able to get anything in order!

Firstly, I am as a rule Ms. Organised, everything done when, or before, it needs doing and consequently plenty of time to do as I please. This last week there has been none of that, I'm not entirely sure why but somehow life seems to be getting in the way! I have bills that I am sure are now late but my motivation to pick them up and log onto my banks 'pay bills' page is nil, no doubt resulting in an horrendously large charge from those kind mastercard people and the like, for late payment. Goddamn, I must get to it..........one £25 charge I can accept but you don't want to know just how many plastic cards I keep in my purse, suffice to say that a charge for each would be bad!

Secondly, I seem again to have been sucked into the 'dog walking' thing, tho only once or twice thus far and in daylight. I fear this is the thin end of the wedge.........I have to practice the 'no' word some more on that one before things get completely out of hand again.

Thirdly and this is the bad one........I had the weekly fight with the bed this morning. Good God......who on earth thought up duvets and those damnable covers they reside in? They were certainly not made for ease of use, is this because I am so small that they present such a problem or are they such an utter frustration for all sizes or person? Having carefully ironed said cover the fight begins, I wonder why I iron it at all at the end of each incident for it invariably ends up in a screwed up heap!

I am sure there is a proper and right way to go about this task but if there is I have not yet become acquainted with it, I spend what always seems an eternity poking bits of duvet into cover, only to find another bit popped out, I shake, I stand on the bed shaking some more, I lay the whole bloody thing flat and crawl inside with the quilt in a vain attempt to straighten it all out and still, there are lumps and bumps and bits hanging out of the bottom! Invariably this task is not helped by two things, one, PG insisted on having a king size bed, all very nice but it isn't him wrestling a supersize bag full of feathers every week and two, Ditto always considers it necessary to 'help' and so along with the normal difficulties involved with the duvet situation I am also required to extricate her from within, on a number of occasions!

My final frustration of recent days is a seemingly general lack of time, I have struggled to blog, I have masses of blog reading to catch up on and three 'novels in 30 days' that I am falling sadly behind with.

What on earth happened to my days of being lost on here for hours on end, chatting, blogging and fiddling in general, what happened to my laid back demeanor and cheerful disposition? Life sodding happened!

Please, do not mention PMS or hormones right now! Pfftttt.