|Cherry nice, huh?|
So today was the day that the electrician was to finally fit us a new dishwasher. I'd written it in the calendar with my permanent black marker, partly because I've been washing up 75 times a day since the end of January and partly because the electrician is fit.
Anyway, you can't blame me. The Husband (who will always be my number one love stud and he knows it) works evenings and Monday afternoons/evenings can be a little dull. I was looking forward to this day (note to self: get the hell out more) and the electrician agreed to be with me from 3.30pm.
What he failed to tell me was that he would drop by at 8am this morning to drop off the dishwasher, ready for installation later on.
And guess who slept through her alarm this morning......
Now normally I get up, shower, put make-up on and dress before heading downstairs (you so know what is coming).
This morning I staggered downstairs with evil mad bed hair (reminiscent of Bon Jovi circa 1987), a coffee-stained powder-blue terry towelling dressing gown (that emphasizes the rounded bottom....and not in a good way), NO BRA underneath which is not good when you've had two kids, breastfed for nearly 4 years in total and have boobs bigger than your head), unshaved legs and red slippers with pom poms on the end which make me look like an extra in Zippo's Circus. But it didn't matter as no one other than the kids would see me.
And then the doorbell went.
I panicked. I realised it would be him. Why wouldn't it be? Nothing is going smoothly at the moment so this didn't surprise me at all. I hid in the dining room and hissed at the Princess to "deal with it".
"Muuuuum, it's that man you're always talking about with the dishwasher, he's bringing it in now. I said you aren't even dressed yet and that he can come in."
My days get more awkward by the day.
He smirked a lot. I blushed even more. Anyway he came around tonight and sorted me out (with the dishwasher I mean) and I've just discovered he left some tools here so I shall be prepared in the morning. I shall be a fragrant flower of loveliness and charm. He will not get so much as a glimpse of me in that state again. Ever. #mortified
Right, onto other things.
The weather is dreadful again but I still see the sea and the beach huts when I can and we had some sun at the weekend.
I got a visit from a West Country bird on Saturday. Cuckoo to be precise.
|Prince and Princess loved Mini Cuckoo very much|
Mini Cuckoo spent most of his time eating cake and looking cheeky.
|It wasn't me...|
There was a mild drama on the beach when the Prince fell in quicksand.
|Still time to take a pic before he disappears.|
There was an enormous squelch/squerch sound as I finally pulled him free, then we had to try to dig deep for his Crocs. Oh, a day wouldn't be the same without something mad going on.
And I got this gorgeous card through the post from my little sister Anna at the weekend. Have had a few stressful moments recently so she saw this and thought of me.
I've been a busy bee on the work front and have a few jaunts to cherry tree shops planned, one being with Sarah this Thursday which should be fab.