You have no idea the frustration I’m going through right
now. I have a decorator coming in six weeks. Before he comes I need to pick a
wallpaper, and paint which matches. I need a new throw at least one and that
needs to match too. I bought a throw from Amazon, our savour in most cases, but
when it came just like other things we have bought from there, it wasn’t the
colour I hoped for. my Son took me to a local shop to buy a throw, see if I could
get a colour suitable, then I can take it to that paint shop and say match
that. But I drove him crazy apparently. Because I was like a rabbit in
headlights. There were colours said to me and I tried to see them in my mind
and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t remember the colours it’s twenty years since I saw
colour and my memory is sadly fading. Oh, it’s so difficult. I need a new wall
light and ceiling light too. The ceiling light we have in our sitting room
where it’s going to be decorated, has been there since we moved here. Hub hates
it. It’s black metal. As for the wall light? The electrician put it on upside
down. It’s a candle and it’s pointing downwards. And it’s never worked
properly. It’s bad enough going to have to move all of my ornaments, and there
are many, pictures asking the painter not to remove the nails, as it cost a
fortune to get them put on the wall. But to find an electrician who is reliable
and who will come, then to have to sort out the colours.
When I went to the shop that sold throws, this was my
choice. Bright pink that in my opinion is sickly or belongs to a baby girl. Baby
blue, again, a baby or a bedroom. Red. No. navy blue, no again too dark just as
the dark green was and the light green my Son said looked like sick… or there
was bright yellow. Too light. Silver and different versions of grey, no thank
you. Our sofa will be black I can’t think of anything more depressing then
black and grey. It’s like school days. Bright
orange. I love that colour but not on a living room wall. Duck egg which again
sounds beautiful like a bright greeny blue. Again, for a bedroom beautiful. Even
a kitchen. And browns. Not with a black sofa, oh, then there was dark and light
purple. Again, I’m not a goth. Black and purple?
Because I said no to all of those colours, I was being
awkward. And stressing my Son out. Well he is taking me today to buy paint. I don’t
have a throw to take. I don’t know what colour to pick. I don’t have an electrician
for the lights. The websites are dreadful with regards descriptions. I asked my
Son to take a look at the website I had up today and he said it wasn’t showing
pictures of the lights. Well our internet went down yesterday and today I noticed
that only some of my Apps on my phone are working, so whether that has something
to do with it or is it my software on my lap top that helps me to hear the
words written in front of me? Not sure. All I know is I’m totally stressed. I feel
like time is catching up with me and I just don’t know what to do.
Maybe I shouldn’t care and just go for cream again. I mean
at least that goes with everything, but how boring and it’s not practical with
two dogs. But I guess they are not going to climb up the walls, unlike me, if I
can’t get this sorted.
At least I have a link now to a website that is recommended for
local tradesmen who have a good reputation. I will look at that today and pray
it’s accessible with my software!
Last night we had wash car gate. Both Boy Wonder and
Shamrock were using our pressure washer to clean their cars. At nine in the
evening. In the bitter cold. I think the novelty will wear off soon. BW’s still
in love with his new car.
My Son today wound me up as well. I bought him some sweet bagels.
He asked for them. The shopping was delivered yesterday. I told him he could
have those for breakfast with his awful chocolate spread. Or, I said we have blueberry
bagels he could have with cream cheese. I said there was a tin of beans in the
fridge that I opened yesterday he could have with his veg bacon and there were
bread rolls to go with that. He ate the sweet bagels with his spread, made his
bacon and two eggs and put them into the blueberry bagels with, cream cheese. I
said Son, please I have to make the food last a week. Why do you need to eat
everything at once? He replied am I not allowed breakfast? Yes, but blueberry bagels
with cream cheese, or, bread rolls with bacon and eggs, or, sweet bagels with
spread. Well, he replied, it’s not my fault you don’t have bread…
Oh, my goodness.
He hugged me though and told me he loves me so much. That makes
it all right then, but when there isn’t anything for breakfast in a couple of
days, it’s not my fault. And yesterdays shopping? Oh, Sainsbury’s I am not a
fan because of the way you work, as in I put things in my basket. And without
warning, did you know, that your shopping can come and it can be £10 more,
because the prices since you put them in your basket a couple of days earlier,
have gone up… other shops tell you how long the items are on offer not Sainsbury’s.
so, yesterday, I ordered my Son Almond milk. For vegetarians. (I milk the poor
cow) well, not me personally, but I drink the smallest amount of milk. I wish I
didn’t but I can’t get away with the almond milk. So, I ordered our boy wonder
two bottles of this milk but two totally different makes, so, if one was out of
stock, as Sainsbury’s is good at things being out of stock, then I can rely on
the other one to be in stock.
Hmm
When my shopping came, both bottles, both brands apparently were
out of stock. So, there is a third and forth choice of brands, did they send
them? Nope!
I have a heavy feeling in my stomach today, like knots. I need
to get out for a walk across a lovely field or along a beach. No chance of that
happening, so I shall get my vacuum out.
Somehow, I’m not sure that will relieve the stress but it
will remove the dog hairs. Later gators.
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