A very quick blog
today as I’m now in panic mode. There is so much to do think about, plan and
more. Do you ever get so overwhelmed that you feel like you are going to suffocate?
Normally I’m so organised. I’m the most sensible boring person ever some would
say anal when it comes to organisation. Our holiday is in days and so far, I
have not been able to make contact with the taxi company we used last year. The
taxi company in France isn’t responding to my email in fact I received a bounce
back.
Our tickets are with Ryan air, a company I said I would
never travel with and we have to down load everything our self and the website
isn’t blind friendly. I have to try to think about what we need for holiday to arrive
in our groceries this week and order two lots of dog food to be delivered
before we go. Get that measured out and put into bags for the dogs to go on
their holiday. At last we have somewhere for our LF to go. He had a place, but
the couple got some very bad news and no longer can take LF. Well now he has
another lady, I don’t know her so I’m panicking, would you leave your child
with a stranger? Hub met her the other day and said she is lovely. She took LF
on a walk and has had guide dogs before. I just wish I knew her. Hub is talking
about using up his air miles and getting some winter sun this year, we are
thinking about taking Teen and his GF on a holiday, as the thought of the next
twelve months without going anywhere is a little tiresome. Mind you, Hubs air
miles sometimes is more expensive than paying for a normal flight.
I have tablets to order.
That involves going to the dreaded receptionists at our Doctors. I hate
it, but has to be done. We can’t phone up and get our pills ordered by phone,
our practice doesn’t do that.
We have to sort out our currency, this means asking
g Teen to come with me as it’s a total nightmare to get to
on my own, possible but added stress and I now have to debate, what is best,
trying to get Waggs to find the bus door, getting off the bus is fine, and she
will be great at finding where we need to be for the money exchange, it’s just
the transport that we struggle with and that will never change. She just panics
so because she does, I do.
Or do I ask teen to come with me, put up with his grumbles
but it’s done in ten fifteen minutes
where as if I do the bus there and back, find where I need to be, it
will be more like an hour.
I must remember to do the normal stuff like give the dogs
flee treatment as it’s due and sort out some important mail I have to send off
before I go. Then clothes, what to take? I’m not leaving that till last minute.
Tomorrow we are off to town and things have to be done there
and tonight we are going out with our friends, hopefully we will come back to an
unchewed house as not taking LF just going to a noisy pub so not fair on him
and our friends Mum is picking us up. Oh
and I have to contact my phone provider to make it so I can use my phone abroad.
I have a tick list somewhere and there was about seventeen things to do before
we go, in fact before the end of the weekend. Then I will be on holiday and
only need to think about each day at a time. And breathe the fresh air,
something we don’t get here. Relax and no housework to do nothing to worry
about, right?
Teen is looking forward to it so that should be nice. I just
wish we were flying with a different company? I have heard so many horror
stories about Ryan air. I hope they prove me wrong and we have nothing but
positive things to say on our return.
Yep, I’m feeling manic today. But all will be fine, I’m just
a perfectionist and like everything to go right. I had days worrying where we
were going to park the car when on holiday as we are travelling to the airport
by Teenmobeele. My brother told me of a great company but sadly they are fully
booked. So I found another place, if not for speech on my lap top, I would not
be able to do any of this. Gosh, before Jaws, the software, where were we in
life? As a blind person so much would be impossible. We use our search engine
so much. From looking for a holiday, to finding flights to taxi’s and phone
numbers. Last year I looked up what there was to do and I have kept that file,
there are a couple of new places I would like to travel to when there and Hub
has a surprise for Teen.
As for today, oh I did feel bad for our bin man? We put our
gardening bin out and it had some dreadful spikes in there. Well, I just heard
the van pull up and then the almightiest yell?
“Ouch!”
Well, there was no knock on the door asking for compensation,
so it’s all OK. So far. Smile.
It’s not raining so will venture out now and get to our
doctors before the clouds, change their minds and decide to move and allow the
water to come down. Teen is at the gym, then going for a haircut. Seriously, it’s
only been two weeks since he last had it done?
Oh and guess what? I have almost sold our Henry vacuum.
Someone is coming tonight to buy it. It’s a giveaway, but better than us having
to get rid of it. I told the person it was for spares and he is happy with
that. I bet he can fix it though? I wonder if it’s just a loose wire? Well, we
can’t fix it so it’s another one that has bitten the dust. I’m a nightmare for
breaking vacuums. I think I have gone through about five in seven years. Henry
is only a year and a half old. Bless his smiley face. First before the guy
comes, I must clean him.
Well I hope you have a stress free weekend? Seriously, my
heart actually hurts with what has to be done. And it’s all down to me to do as
Hub works and of course, my job is in the house so this kind of thing is in the
house. At least I managed to sort out holiday insurance. Last year cost us £140
this year only £44. Last year there were
five of us this year not so it’s a lot less also Teen helped to do it on line
so last year I did it by phone as the website for things like this just are no
good for screen readers. As I said last week, we get half way then there are images
to tick. Our software only reads writing, not pictures of writing. Laters with
love.
And lots of deep breaths. Smile.
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