So on Friday, when I saw a lone magpie on my way to my last class with David Kershaw (one of the best teachers I’ve ever had), I didn’t think anything of it. And when the auxiliary drive belt broke on what is laughingly referred to as my ‘car’, stranding me outside my ex-husband’s house for two and a half hours on a cold Friday evening, I didn’t immediately blame my bad luck on the magpie. Because, let’s face it, that would be irrational. However, after a couple of hours I was beginning to wonder.
Aside: I am being charitable in assuming my ex didn’t know I was shivering, bored and miserable outside his house. If he did know, the fact that he didn’t even come out to see if I was OK, let alone offer me a cup of tea or the use of his loo, would definitely lower my opinion of him…I eventually got home over 3 hours after I’d expected to, and drank a very large glass of wine. My ‘car’ had been abandoned at Halfords and a very nice AA man drove me home. All the work I’d planned to do that evening hadn’t been done, and I was fed up. On Saturday I woke early, got the bus (with a long-ish walk at each end) to Halfords, handed over the ‘car’ key, and settled down in Starbucks (horrible horrible) to do lots of work on my laptop in the four hours it took the mechanics to not only replace the auxiliary drive belt but to inform me all the tyres were bald and then replace them too. Along with all the other stuff like balancing the wheels, checking alignment, twiddling the eigenfarbel, changing the squatzer on the squintledong…
All this farting around meant I didn’t have time to go home before the Nottingham Poetry Society AGM, so I turned up in my scruffy clothes and gave something resembling a coherent Secretary’s Report. I even managed to take sensible minutes. While I was there I collected a set of Nottingham Poetry Society monthly magazines dating back as far as 1946, which I will be scanning in and putting on the NPS website – can’t wait to start reading through them!
Of course, it’ll have to wait… I’ve got so much on these days I barely have time to think, let alone sleep or eat or breathe. I have started playing badminton again though, which is giving me a bit more energy and is helping the weight-loss project.
Two things that made me smile yesterday were (1) the bright orange printed down the sides of my bus ticket, and (2) the damage that Royal Mail somehow managed to perpetrate on a booklet that arrived in the post.
So, although this weekend has been more than usually frustrating, and it’s now Sunday evening and I have about a fortnight’s worth of work to do in the next couple of days, I’m generally a Happy Pip.
I think that’s two for joy, don’t you?