Wibble
If you come round to our house this evening you may find a small heap of something sitting muttering to itself at the bottom of the stairs, or maybe under the stairs. It’ll be me. Don’t disturb me. I’ve had one of those days.
To start with: I’m going to be observed tomorrow – in not one, but two lessons. So it’s probably a good idea to do a little more preparation than usual, right? Yes, I thought so too, so Ruth and I went into my work this morning to pick up a couple of textbooks. While we were there I thought it would be a good idea to get a carpark pass for the new car (I rarely use the car for work, but with Ruth with me I didn’t feel like cycling, and I didn’t want to have the car clamped in the carpark… ) Where to stick the new sticker? Next to the tax disk would probably be best… Where’s the tax disk? Arrrggghhh!!! There is no tax disk…
So this afternoon has been dominated by a stressful and tedious experience with the automated telephone system of the DVLA. I was particularly taken by the bit where they told me “If you have a renewal notice, press 1. If you have a log book, press 2.” Since I had neither a renewal notice, nor a log book (did I say it’s a new car – the log book is in the post… ), I did neither, but held on and waited… and was told, rather officiously “You need to press either 1 or 2.”
I’m not going to narrate the whole procedure, but that gives you a flavour of the kind of thing I met. I have to say that when I finally managed to find a real live person with a gorgeous Swansea accent, she was tremendously helpful. And when Ruth and I got the bus to the next village where the post office would be able to help me, they too were very helpful (and they sold little squares of Green and Black’s chocolate for 10p each – that made things a lot better 
)
So things were getting better. We have a legal car. No-one threatened us with nasty big fines, and I was even home in time to pick the boys up from school. And now I have a cup of tea.
Everything should be fine, right?
Well, so you’d think. Except I’ve been in a little bit of denial about dinner. I bought a tongue in Waitrose this morning thinking I’d have plenty of time to boil it for dinner tonight. But by the time I got to it it was getting a bit tight. I’d found a way round it – boil it now, but eat it tomorrow, and have tomorrow’s dinner tonight. Genius!
So everything really is sorted?
No.
There I am, merrily surfing the web for no reason whatsoever (except that there’s a limit to how much Lazytown I can cope with, and I’m way too stressed and grumpy to even attempt finding them a non-tv activity… )
And suddenly the computer goes off. I check the living room – yup, Lazytown has disappeared too. I have a quick look at the circuit breakers under the stairs – at a quick glance (without a torch) they look fine – hmmm – I go round next door. Nope, it’s just us. I get a torch. OK, found the tripped switch. I turn off the cooker, and flip the switch. The television comes back on. I turn on the cooker. The television goes off again. I turn off the cooker and flip the switch again.
And then, just because, rather than doing anything at all sensible about it, I write down the whole pathetic tale and let the world read about it. Blogging is a little wierd, right?
(Actually (as Lola would say) genius has hit again – the children will be delighted if we simply go to Waitrose for dinner. It works for me too – if I can’t eat anything there, I’ll just buy myself a microwave dinner to eat later. Sorted!)
Meanwhile, I’m not going to try anything else. It sounds too risky.
(You know, I seem to spend quite a bit of time posting about “stupid” days (here and here) and in retrospect it’s all hormone-linked. I do believe I have the occasional “vaguely intelligent” day, and sometimes even a “positively inspired” day, but the stupid days happen far too often. Is it just me? Or does everyone find that simple everyday tasks are just a bit too challenging sometimes?)
seven comments:
I am glad that you share your “wibble” days! I hope things get better this evening!Roo () (link) - 22 March '07 - 18:13
Your wibble days are obviously no fun for you, but it’s nice of you to share so that it might make someone else smile. I’m smiling, which I needed after the day I had, but that’s another story…Louise () (link) - 22 March '07 - 18:35
I’m also glad you share your wibble days – they make me feel altogether vaguely human. And yes – I do find everyday tasks very challenging sometimes! (I had to pass an important phone message onto Mario at work today (something along the lines of ‘could you ring David on this number). So I went to ring Mario and accidentally dialled the number of the man who wanted me to pass on the message …. he answered, of course, and I was very confused and then giggly and tried to explain and ooooh the whole thing was embarassing.Big Ruth () (link) - 22 March '07 - 20:24
You should just curl up in bed and stay safe.
Chris () (link) - 22 March '07 - 21:00
I’m glad you post about wibble days cos I have them too (frequently).Daisy () (link) - 22 March '07 - 21:54
Awwh sweetie…....I have wibble days all the time…I just sit and knit through them, well, if I am lucky…...Hugs for you…..
Love
Sarah xXx
Sarah () (link) - 25 March '07 - 01:35
Uh…you…eat…tongue??? Boiled tongue? Of what creature?Jen () (link) - 27 March '07 - 20:52
