Of all the mornings for my Son to sleep in, he picked today.
In the eighteen months he’s worked there he has done this once. And he chose
his second time to do the day before the decision is made whether or not he
gets a promotion. He was up against it anyway, as he found out fifteen plus him
have gone for the interview, at least 13 of them have been on the managerial course.
So, his chances were low as he hasn’t gone on the course. But now? Not a
chance. I’m so very angry with him, he has worked so blooming hard, he puts
long hours in and goes beyond his duty, and then does this. I thought he
started at eleven as when he is on a close its eleven when he starts, 11, till
9. When he opens, it’s 6 in the morning till 4 pm. So, today, when have they got
him in for? 10 am. His boss really doesn’t want him to get the job as I said it
would mean him moving and who will do all the hard work then? Certainly not his
lazy boss. So of course, now the snaky man will be straight on the phone to the
top person who interviewed my Son to tell them how BW was late. I shouted on
him at twenty-five past ten thinking he needs breakfast before he goes. No answer.
I said to Hub he must have started early and on open rather than close? I went upstairs as he didn’t hear me shouting
on him. Stood outside his bedroom door. Still calling, still no answer. Opened
it and expected to find an empty bed. In the meanwhile, Hub said his car keys
were there so he is still in the house. Thing is you know, he’s so considerate
when he starts at 6 am, he is as quiet as a mouse, not to wake us up. Well after
I stood at his bedside, calling loudly his name, still no answer. My heart did
skip a beat. then he woke. He was sound asleep. I said to Hub it’s dangerous
how deeply he sleeps if he ever lives on his own and there’s a fire for
example. So, approaching ten thirty, I asked him what time is he at work? He
replied. Ten Mum. I said you are late, oh, he says, I shall let them know I will
be fifteen minutes. Well he got ready and ran from the house. So, by the time
he got there he would be 45 minutes late. And his big chance blown. I feel so
cross with him for doing such a stupid trick and angrier with his boss for
blocking him as he will I know for sure. I guess it will all be confirmed
tomorrow.
A man was coming to clean our back yard with a pressure
cleaner. Yesterday. But I cancelled him as our weather said it was going to
rain heavy yesterday and today. Well yesterday it spat for a while but all
afternoon it was fine. Today, it’s warm and so far, and it’s 2 pm, it hasn’t
rained. I just wished I had let him come to do the job.
I have cleaned all the bathrooms today and that is a lot of
cleaning. Our spa bath is huge and I cleaned all the jets out too. Washed the tiles
and did the floors. My back is hurting. I washed all the cupboard doors and
work tops in my kitchen and tidied the conservatory dusting and washing. Briefly
did the sitting room, two loads of washing and a bit of ironing, only about
seven items, but now I’m officially pooped and I need to think about what’s for
dinner. Oh, where is my fairy Godmother? She’s needed for lots of reasons now.
BW and Shamrock as well as Shams family have all been
invited to a black-tie dinner. Remember the celebrity wedding he went to a few
weeks ago where by he was trying to sleep on the sofa when the celeb came to
him to try to tell him all about life and BW just wanted to sleep? Haha, well
he is having a birthday party and it’s his wife’s big birthday too as well as
his daughters eighteenth. It’s some grand hall somewhere. I’m sure it will be
very nice. Shamrock wasn’t impressed with the birthday party BW took her to the
other night. He had his interview in the morning, then he had to work all day
then drive from work after picking Sham up and drive all the way to the party
which was an hour’s drive. But sham said in a swear word, it wasn’t good… I will
save your eyes or ears from the word she used… I didn’t know she was going I thought
it was just his friends. Well I doubt any party will be as good after the
celebs wedding. I told you it was more like a circus, but certainly sounded
fun, just for me, not a romantic wedding, more like look how much money I have…
It is very nice of him to invite them all again though and
hopefully they will have a good time.
Well I set a ten-minute timer to write this and it’s just
gone off. I have a poem to write this afternoon I will have to try to clear my
mind of this world and go into my writing world and calm down after today’s
start… So, I shall go for now, I’m going to groom the dogs then write then
start dinner. Who said Sunday was meant to be a day of rest?
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