No One Tells Me Anything

I've been played and I'm just not sure if it was planned. There seems to be a standing joke within our household. No one tells me anything. That's right, laugh, why don't you. I normally query certain events that just 'pop up' with a "I don't remember you telling me about this" which is inevitably followed by "I'm sure I did, maybe you just didn't hear me" Right there is the 'double whammy' The 'sure' is not a definite but does make one feel as though it should be. Then you have the follow up of me being hard of hearing, so it's all on me. Fine.

Thursdays are marked with the regular visit of 'Smother-in-Law'. Once a week my wife and her Mother get together and 'do' something, it may be breakfast, lunch, a walk or shopping. Occasionally, school not withstanding, one of the offspring will accompany. Joyful extravaganza's ensue.

This morning, unusually, my wife was downstairs early (not daft early, like me) I made a logical assumption and asked if she was going out for breakfast, no, was the reply so I quickly followed up and asked if her mother was still coming round, yes indeed was the response. 'Why up so early then ?' 'Well, we're going to Porthcawl, you can come if you'd like' Now, I'm not one for 'lol's' but you can have one here, even a 'hahaha.' I politely declined. Just let me point out here, Porthcawl is nearly two and half hours away, go figure.

I let the whole 'I don't remember you saying' spiel go. Two of the brood were working, one is away for a week in Pembrokeshire and the other was going on the day trip. That left me on my own. I was not going to pass up that opportunity. Already my head was spinning with the thought of uninterrupted 'peace'. How much work could I achieve ? The possibilities were endless, I was excited.

"Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by m'self "

So, away they went, 'Happy Teapot' as one of my friends likes to say. First things first, internetty stuff, e-mails, comments, read what needs to be read etc. Now I'll just do a quick tidy up around the house. Shoes put away, pick up various pieces of rubbish, empty crisp packets, dirty plates, half drunk bottles of water, chocolate bar wrappers, the morning after the night before but this is every morning. What's the favourite saying ? "I was going to do it later"

That's all sorted, time for some....Mmm, I suppose I could vacuum, that would make a big difference and maybe I should dust first. That makes more sense. Once round with the duster and then with the hoover. Upstairs and downstairs. Best hang the washing out, make the most of the beautiful weather.

Enough already. You know where this is going, or has gone. The day disappeared. All best intentions laid to waste. I can gloss it up all I want but the truth is, sometimes you have to put your 'wants' to one side and your 'needs' to the fore. The micro-brood will be back this evening and will be welcomed by a clean and tidy house and a 'chilled' spouse who, although maybe not achieving what he set out to do, has had a very satisfying day.

Tomorrow is another day and one that will be full of rich promise. However, for those who have read to the end (thank you) 'Marty' has left the building. He now enjoys life in Finchley and by all accounts, is having a rare time of it. The new owner took his younger sister out for a drive and her words were "This is the coolest car you've had" Some things are just meant to be.

Till the morrow my friends.