Excuse me if I’m stepping on anyone’s toes ripping off Six Word Saturdays, with Six Sixes on a Friday, but you can see the week’s gone from bad to worse:
Maid’s gone, room emptied, left debt.
Dog’s been sick, washing machine broken.
Car’s with the mechanic, need wheels.
Calling for help useless, phone’s fried.
And the last straw:
Camera full of images, can’t download.
What I’d really like to do is close off the bedroom, turn the air conditioning to chill, and install myself on the bed with a good book – that is, if my Kindle copy of Diplomatic Incidents has downloaded in readable form. But there’s no food in the house, and while that wouldn’t bother me too much, my canine girls are ravenous greedy-guts Beagles, and we all know what an empty Beagle can be like. And that washing won’t do itself … I always said this house was way too big – way, way, way too big – for one woman and her Girls – now I’m about to experience first hand what that flippant assessment means in reality.
I don’t know whether I will be able to post regularly for a while – I hope you understand and don’t desert me – couldn’t cope with that too, right now. To reassure you I’m down but not (completely) out, some sunshiny yellow flowers from the creeper over the back wall …