It might be cold. It might be windy. It might feel nothing like Spring. But at least the daffodils are out in force.
I couldn’t sleep last night. On a hill the wind tends to howl. And wow did it howl. It’s been like that for days. A number of the local tourist sites are closed on safety grounds.
So today my brain has been running a bit in neutral. Processing a barrage of questions.
“Dad why does Gordon Ramsey swear so much?”
“How is May still Prime Minister?”
“Has the Champions League draw taken place?”
“When can we go to see Captain Marvel?”
“Why do Daffodils have such a short flowering season and why is it in a time period which is notorious for poor weather?”
“Why haven’t they made a new series of Gravity Falls?”
“Why do we focus so much attention on the Battle of Hastings and William the Conqueror. Yet we never talk about the years proceeding the battle. They are just as important.”
“What’s a Gravity wave?”
“How old is Alice Cooper?”
and on and on.
And yet I managed to hold my own. It was that sort of day. Maybe not on top form but ticking off jobs.
- Cleaned the Gerbil Cage without accidentally releasing the little darlings to cause havoc around the house,
- Managed to negotiate a cheaper broadband deal,
- Get the old laptop working again,
- Completed this weeks work requirements,
- Change a wiper blade on the car,
- Repair some knee holes in jeans,
- Sort out some problems with son’s school iPad,
- Prepare meals for tonight,
- Replace a hose in the hoover,
- Finish the ironing,
- Clean the bathroom,
- Get all the outstanding bills pad,
- Convince the Council to give us a free replacement wheely bin as our old one is held together with 2 rolls of tape.
But then the success came to a grinding halt. Failure in the face of an insurmountable problem. Defeated by a super complex Riemman Hypothesis. My version of Star Treks Kobayashi Maru.
Changing our son’s Duvet Cover.
How difficult can it be. The cover comes off so easy. But when you try to put it back on. Suddenly it’s like trying to play a game of Twister with Ninja Octopus. Gets twisted, Rides up. Goes in the wrong way. Decides to turn inside out. Suddenly the duvet appears to be covered in the worlds stickiest Velcro. It’s just a nightmare. SIXTY PESKY MINUTES later and the only thing I had achieved was to go into full Hulk Rage.
Come on Spring. Please arrive soon. Bring in the warmer weather so I can ditch the duvets and those demonic covers – for a wonderful couple of months. Daffodils remind you that those happy days are coming.