Saturdays and Sundays can be unpredictable in our house. We're very much a the mercy of some of the support we receive. Today, they broke the air mattress on Rick's bed. They did something they've been asked repeatedly not to do but they did it and bust the seal on the mattress. It quickly deflated and is now unusable until we can get someone out to fix it...can't get in touch until Monday...who knows when they'll come and do the repair. We're lucky because we have a Plan B...but it's not ideal and massively inconvenient for...ME...and unlikely to be very comfortable for Rick...not to mention hugely expensive (this company seems unable to charge an amount less than $300)
So I'm not happy and Rick is...well, Rick really...
Then I was done out of $40 in my change at a vegetable stall in Fremantle markets. As if the injury wasn't bad enough I was about to add insult to it by getting into the most foul slanging match with the stall holder...
Stealing money is one thing but I was off to a dark and ugly place that I didn't even know existed in the busy world of Heather Simmons...
PLEASE NOTE...I walked away before I started...
Stealing money is one thing but I was off to a dark and ugly place that I didn't even know existed in the busy world of Heather Simmons...
All of this to say that there's stuff on my mind...hopefully I can lasso it into some kind of order...
In the meantime, here's a little something to make you smile...
http://youtu.be/Pk7yqlTMvp8