Some days test your patience. This is difficult when you are not blessed with much of the stuff as it is. Like me.
I would love to show you photos of the sewing I did. But it all needed posting, so I packaged it up and sent it on its way. Then I realised I hadn't taken any photos.
My debit card did funny things at the post office. And when I came home I had a phone call from the fraud people at the bank. Only it wasn't people, it was a computer. I wanted to speak to a real person to find out what was going on, but I was on hold so long and the music blaring into my ear was so god awful, I eventually had to hang up.
I tried calling them while I was sat waiting for the girls at the end of the school day. 45 minutes later, two full sets of security questions, and I find out that they flagged my card for a £2.10 Amazon payment. There was me thinking it was the massive transfer of funds I had done - seriously massive in my little financial world. Nope. £2.10. And 45 minutes of my life listening to crap music and telling call centres in far flung places my mother's maiden name.
I had to go back to the post office and tell them the payment they thought had gone through had not. Good thing it is a small village post office and the ladies there know me. How embarrassing!
Then there is the handbrake on my car which has decided that it doesn't want to work when the rear of the car is pointed downhill. I can't get hold of my mechanic. I will park pointing front end downhill, not the other way round, in the meantime if I am on a hill.
So, I thought I would come online and tell you I was having a crap day. Only my internet connection wasn't working, until a short while ago that is. Finally, my window of opportunity to have a good whinge has happened.
Your reward for listening to me go on is this shoddy photo of the very beautiful L-shaped wall mounted desk that himself made for Emily.
He had never done inlay before. I told him he was quilting in wood. I do not think he was impressed with that statement. Emily loves it (as do I of course) which is the important thing but her fear of marking it with a Sharpie is high.
In case you are wondering, he hasn't finished my desk yet. But that is my fault not his, because I refuse to clear off my sewing to let him at it. I've been far too busy to even consider it.
That, folks, is my day. Because it is 4:46pm here and I officially refuse to play any more. Tomorrow is another day. I will try to be productive then.
Oh, before I go, I have been unable to leave comments on anyone's blog that have a pop up box. My computer won't open them. I wasn't sure if my blog was doing that to other people so I have changed my settings to an embedded comment box. If you have been having problems please let me know. And if I normally comment on your blog and have gone mysteriously quiet that might be why.