…I Don’t Like Mondays!
My apologies to The Boomtown Rats but I couldn’t think how else to title this one.
This has nothing to do with submission – unless emailing my Dom to whine about it counts – but it’s been one of those days!
First off my daughter was sent home sick from school. Nothing serious, but I suspect flu or a nasty cold coming on. Ok, so my routine is now off, but I can deal with it. I get her sorted out with a snack, a drink, TV, a blanket & some paracetamol, then settle down to chat to a friend on Skype.
Interrupted again by the man delivering the kerosene I need to run my heat & hot water. Ok, that’s good.. go out in the pouring rain, sort out where the new tank is, discuss how much it holds & agree on how much I need. By the time that is done my hair, t shirt & the bottom 3 inches of my track pants are soaked… toddle off back to Skype & wonder if it’s too early for a glass of wine.
Finish chatting to friend & reluctantly decide I need to get the boiler started, no heat or hot water for a few days is more than enough. I locate the 2 wrenches I need, tug the chest freezer out of the way & climb over the top of it to get to the boiler. Realising I don’t have a cloth, I refuse daughter’s offer to “just use this Mummy” (a pretty tea towel I got as a gift) and climb back over the freezer with mounting ill will.
A suitable cloth having been located I once more clamber over the freezer, employing the sit & swivel on my ass method & drop down into the murky space behind it. The cover of the boiler comes off easily, great! Then there’s another cover over the important noisy part (don’t ask me, no clue, I’m a girl dammit!)
This one is made of sterner stuff, and it takes several tugs, with me precariously balanced on my toes, and squatting down. Finally it gives way, I land on my ass & spring back up with more agility than you’d have thought possible if you’d seen me climbing over the freezer… there are several ominous looking spider webs behind there, I don’t want to meet their occupants if I’m not in a suitable position to run!
Dignity now somewhat bruised I squint at the inner workings & try recall which bit Dad said I had to loosen, in order to bleed the fuel line & clear the air. I figure out which of the myriad shiny things it is & loosen it with the wrench. A satisfying hiss of air escaping, a spray of kerosene & I press the reset button, tighten the thingamie & the boiler fires up. Hurrah! For all of 15 seconds. Then it stops again.
I take a deep breath & repeat the whole exercise (minus the falling on my ass part) 7 times, each time with the same result. At this point my daughter pipes up from her seat on the freezer:
“Mummy, I’m going to go in the other room now, because I can see that you want to swear”
She pats me reassuringly on the shoulder & goes back to the sofa, while I glare at the boiler & mutter under my breath, my mind once more drifting longingly to a glass of chardonnay. Ok, clearly time to take a break, re-group & figure out why it isn’t working. Back over the freezer I climb – again – and flop on the sofa. As my ass hovers about 2 inches from touch down the power – and of course with it all the lights – goes out.
At this point I resort to language I am quite certain would earn me a severe spanking if my Dom had heard it. I fumble across the living room, trip over my daughter’s boots, swear again, and make it to the kitchen to find candles. We lose power reasonably often, living out in the sticks, so I have a ‘power cut kit’ in there. En route I step on the edge of a plastic bowl of cat biscuits, and manage to flip it into the air, scattering Go Cat far & wide. More swearing ensues before I locate the candles.
Getting one lit I head back to the living room to find my phone, tripping over the boots once more, and get 5 more candles lit. Ok good, I can see now. Just as I smile in satisfaction, proud of myself for not resorting to a tantrum, and decide I have now earned that glass of wine, the power comes back on again. With one last wistful glance at the fridge I head back to the boiler, after dropping a quick email to my Dom to whine a little.
Another 10 minutes of the loosen, hiss, kerosene spray, tighten, press button routine & the boiler is finally running – at last! Let there be heat! Not to mention the sheer bliss of being able to have a soak in the bath with my Kindle.
So here I sit, both smug & snug, in my now warm living room, glass of wine beside me, kerosene smell washed off in the bath, and finally relaxing after a trying day. To cap it off my daughter just came in having found my missing diamond stud earring, that I thought was gone forever.
So that was my Monday, bring it on Tuesday I can handle you!
How was your day?