I'm terrible because for ages I tell myself I don't want a fuss. I don't want anyone to notice and I do want to be left alone to just have a normal day and then when that happens and no one does notice and nothing does happen and no fuss is made I get upset!!
I have kept wondering if there was going to be some kind of surprise, if the Early Years Partnership would spring out a bunch of flowers or I would have the red display around my desk or that Denise and Jill would do something or that the other CCDO's would have sent something but no its all been decidedly low key and well...nothing much. I did get a lovely surprise courtesyof the South team last week which was lovely and Sally has sent me a card and with the grant request forms there was a little card but other than that zilch and after all it is a special birthday. Even Claridges has turned into a meal at 9.30!!!! in Sawbridgeworth...even the card my mum has sent was over the price of her second class stamp so there should have been another £115 to pay. Its all really quite funny...be careful what you wish for. Next year I am going big and announcing about May time that I want a huge fuss...maybe I could get away with being 49 again this year and have the big celebration next year...thats what I will do...they will get it right then....at least Molly loves me.
As I talk she is laying in my arms with her claws scratching me and rubbing her cold lovely nose onto my bare arm and purring away.
Anyway day three of the bathroom and we now have a toilet and a bath. Phil was the first one to use the new bath and after making some creaking noises he reported that it was fine. I've just had a nice bath myself and keep imagining what it will all look like nicely tiled and clean. I can't wait.
Bathroom man wants another 50% of the money today which feels a bit scary as we only have 10% left to pay and say if he runs away and never finishes the job properly and so although I tell R that this is not acceptable I find myself meekly agreeing when I speak to the bathroom man myself.
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