In the study with the menfolk, as Ms Miffy and friends have taken over the other room. Little M is chatting on msn, as usual. Mr Miff is playing Metal Gear Solid, wearing headphones, thank goodness.
Still no sign of the folk who were meant to be widening our drive. They were supposed to start the job on Tuesday, turned up on Wednesday morning just as I was on my way out with the dog, announced their intention to make a start, and as promptly disappeared. I’ll admit, I did have a horrible thought; suppose they’d started work on the wrong drive? They couldn’t be that stupid, could they? Especially as we’d given them a guided tour of the garden the other week. Well, cross fingers (tch, Miffy) so far we’ve not had a crowd of angry neighbours beating a path to our door, so I think I can safely assume that no work whatsoever has taken place. Which in a way is just as well, as Mr Miff has now changed his mind about what we want done, and has plans for replacing the gravel path in our back garden with some nice red tiling (in the tradition of the best gardening makeover programmes) and to make a new path to go round little Miff’s skateboard ramp. Thus ensuring that you can wind your way across the lawn to the garage at dead of night without treading in something the dog left behind. What with that, and half the patio being taken up by the cat’s run, I’m beginnning to wonder if there’ll be any garden left the way we’re going.
Taxied up to the doctors this morning, and walked back, (30 mins brisk trot). Not my usual GP, but another newish one. I’ll forgive her for looking only about 16, as she was very helpful, and kitted me out with an inhaler. Not that I really think I’ve got asthma. I reckon the breathlessness is in part due to the cold spell, and that it’ll vanish once the slime monster has taken itself off to bother someone else. Still it’s worth trying, I suppose. Even if my first efforts have proved a bit of a disaster. Plus in view of the fact that practically every cold I’ve caught over the last year has moved down to my chest, they may be able to give me something to help with this when next winter starts.
Had a quick puff when I got back, and a quick breather before sallying forth with the dog. The snow and the cold doesn’t seem to bother him much. I’ve been angling to buy him a coat (he’d look so sweet in his own little fleece), but this has been firmly vetoed by the rest of the family! I’ve been looking at too many dog sites, that’s my problem. Interestingly, I found out through one of them that what I think is Miffdog’s granny has died recently.
To return to the subject of procrastination – no progress has been made on the assignment front. (I fully expect to find a flurry of comments about this when next I log on!). On the other hand, things have moved forward on another mini, very mini, project I’d taken on on someone else’s behalf. This has been quite a challenge for me, as I hate speaking up in public – generally finding that what is crystal clear in my head comes out scrambled by the time it reaches my mouth. Hence I was quite surprised to find at a meeting the other night that my proposal was accepted. I’d honestly been expecting some opposition. In the event there was none. In a way I was almost taken aback. Part of this is maybe due to the sense I had (probably totally unfounded) that what I was proposing wasn’t being taken entirely seriously. It’s hard to describe, but it reminded me of the ‘amusing’ item you sometimes find scheduled at the end of the news. Benevolent smiles all round, and I felt as if I’d been given a metaphorical pat on the head. Gold stars all round. Will I ever be taken seriously? I swear, I’ve visions of myself staggering into the old folk’s home in 30 years time on my walking frame and still being treated as the ‘baby!’ Ah well. Could be worse.
On the other hand, to return to my ‘beanstalk’ venture of a few entries ago – things are moving, and the reponse to my original suggestion has been pretty positive. I might need a few more GO FOR ITS in a couple of weeks time, just to keep me focussed.
Noticed someone reached my blog through googling ‘teen sleepovers.’ The mind boggles.