Are You Busy ? Am I Interrupting ?

"Are you busy ?" has to be up there, in the top three. How about "I'm not interrupting, am I ?"

Or maybe "Have you got a minute ?" yet it's never a minute, is it ? I also like "Are you doing anything important this afternoon ?"

"When you've got a minute, will be fine, I just need to get this done by...."

"Are you in the middle of something ?"

"I don't suppose you mind if..."

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

I think you might have got the point. You probably have your own list of favourites, when it comes to the inevitable intro's.

On the whole, after a year, I am used to them. My feathers are no longer ruffled and the half finished smile conveys enough, without me having to verbally dismember the perpetrator. It's just been one of those days, that I'm sure we all have, from time to time.

It's no wonder Michelangelo took so long to finish the Sistine Chapel. I'm also fairly sure that Vincent Van Gogh was trying to paint a stunning arrangement of flowers when he ended up with a jar of Sunflowers.

I'll be as quick as I can, as I'm sure you are all busy. Were this a musical score, then the temp would be Allegro and therefore should be read 'quickly and in a brisk lively manner'

Normal duties this morning, though made slightly more entertaining when one of the brood left their lunch in the car. As I watched the bus pull away, I realised the only option was to 'follow that bus' and hope that it stopped at some point, long enough for me to ditch the car and run up to doors, waving Pot Noodle at the driver. It did and I did. Result.

Home to pack up some more EBay sales. Then the phone rings. Same son had arranged a doctor's appointment, to have his cough checked out. Sensible lad. 11.30am, the very same day. Bear in mind that his journey to work, takes the best part of an hour. So after an hour, he began the journey home. We agreed to rendezvous. I was there on time, he was not.

By the time he met me, there was no point in going home, so I took him to his appointment.

Though, it turned out not to be an appointment. It was 'turn up at this time and we'll see you when we see you'. 45 minutes and we were rolling again.

Home just in time to say 'Hi' to my wife as she set off to pick up 'two' more offspring from the train station. I managed to vacate the premises and meet up at the garage. Friday is 'sandwich day'. So while they all tucked into their sausage, egg and bacon delights, I enjoyed a salad sandwich.

That done, it was back home. The good lady was now leaving to go and 'meet' the latest rescue dogs that had landed. I, on the other hand, was to embark on an hour long journey taking the aforementioned siblings (plus one friend) to a venue, right in the middle of the UK's second largest city. On a Friday afternoon. It seems that I missed the memo that included me in these arrangements. My bad.

It did turn out to be fairly straightforward and I was back home by 5pm. Just in time to feed the dogs, run a bath and start the evening meal. That done, I sat at the computer, ready to do battle when 'firstborn' enters stage left and needs me to find some of his documents, like now.

Remember Keisha's post the other day, the one that had a picture of the 'Mona Lisa' in it. Check it out, I need you to see her smile. That's my smile. I now own the rights to that smile. If someone ever says "His face was a picture" Well mine is.

I have about two hours left to salvage what's left of the day. Days like today so have a way of making you feel more alive. It's what we sign up for, I guess. It will also teach me to make sure I read the small print, or 'fine print'. Whatever.

Here's hoping your day has been outstanding and that you have accomplished all that you set out to do.

It has been 'Frantic Friday' or should that be 'Frazzled Friday' ? Either or, neither nor.

Twack Romero.