I swear I am becoming more like Victor Meldrew each day - if today's mood had been plotted on a graph there would be so many highs and lows that you'd think I was having a heart attack!
Where do I start? Well the day started well and, in between cleaning the house of Daisy Debris, I set to finishing the apron - or attempting to. Feeling very smug I top stitched all the way around - only to find that I had twisted one of the joints - cue the seam ripper into action. I had just finished it for a second time when Jean called around unexpectantly (she was on a walk and I was a convenient rest place half way round) so I asked her to take the photo. Please ignore the hair - I am at the hairdressers tomorrow! I am pleased with the way that it has turned out but I need to get used to the feeling of cross over straps at the back.
After completing a finance form for church, I then rang John Lewis re my tumble dryer - you may recall that they delivered it a week ago but didn't pick the old one up. After a week I thought that I ought to chase this up. It would appear that I live in such a strange area of the country (ie more than 30 miles from a John Lewis store) that they can't pick it up so will refund the cost! On the bright side I now will ask the council and, to make good use of the costs, I will try to take the carpet up from my upstairs bedroom so its an incentive I guess!
By now the post had arrived and my AVC letter from the prudential. You may recall that I want to draw down this small sum as a lump sum - cue more questions on the telephone covering the same info as before. I now should have a form to fill in by May 5th to formally request the money - I am hoping that this might be the last hurdle but who knows!
All in all it's been a day that started well but has got increasingly frustrating. The final straw was another hospital appointment (you may recall that I couldn't attend the one this Monday and they are usually every 3 months or so) for November! I did ring to check and was told that they didn't receive my telephone message on Friday - effectively I think that I've gone to the back of the queue! They will ring me if they have a cancellation.
I think that I should just go to bed now and start again tomorrow.