Tuesday and I thought it a day to rest as my partner went to work. As it turned out it was not a restful day. Once having had breakfast and morning meds I settled down to type a letter and finish off Christmas shopping. The shopping went well and so did the letter. A long letter to a friend. It was when I came to print the letter off that my day turned to rat droppings of monumental size. I tried all things printery to get the bloody thing to work. I tried on two laptops and the main system all to no avail. My eldest daughter assures me it worked for her this morning, but for me, no. It even refused to print a test page from the App on all machines, At times it would say “printing” when it patently was not and then flash up a cheeky “error cannot print document”. Of course I tried other documents, I’m not daft. I plugged and unplugged several times, I ran the trouble shooter several times from different devices and still it refused to print. I was eventually persuaded that it is defunct. I’ve research how much a new one is. They are as cheap as chips, the catch is the ink. They do not make my printer any more and changing machine and ink cartridge will be a bind as we have our ink on a supply agreement. I foresee high blood pressure and aggravation coming my way. In the end I give up and have a late dish of chicken soup.
Just as I am microwaving my late lunch one of my nieces appears with my eldest daughter. It appears that my eldest is running off and scanning documents for our Greek guest so that she can fly home as soon as possible. Its nice to see another face in the house. After they go off to scan and send stuff away I have a flurry of activity as its bin day tomorrow. I scurry around and empty all the house bins and then rollout the wheelie bin for collection tomorrow. I feel spoons ebb away and retreat to the recliner to think about printers and begin to draft the blog. As I do so I realise that I’ve not read the letter that came in a Christmas card from an old friend and colleague. An opportunity to make real coffee and read a letter does not come around often and is a real pleasure. The day is already dark and is also wet so I indulge in my coffee and letter.
The rest of the day disappeared in a blur and I clearly got distracted. I find this blog draft on Thursday afternoon and I am surprised that I have forgotten to finish it and post on Tuesday. Tuesday was a day after my injection so its quite possible that by the evening all I wanted to do was sit and watch football and Crossing Lines before crawling off to bed. Maybe I’m just getting tired.
