Cor that was a busy day.

Thanks to the wonder of flexitime I only work in the morning on Fridays, and had all sorts of things lined up for the afternoon. I had to write a guest blog for henry, and one for Omally, I wanted to fix a bug in the chatroom, clean the house and change my email address, since I’ve just started getting spam on my current one, and I wanted to get all that done in time for the dressing up game at eight.

It didn’t work out like that.

The first delay was my boss persuading me to work late, which cut my afternoon in half for starters. Then, when I got home, my neighbour was playing with manhole covers and asked me to flush my toilet. I obliged willingly, and he stood peering down a hole as I did so. It seems there’s a blockage. This is a Bad Thing, and means I’ll have to call the landlord in to sort it out. This in turn means I’d absolutely positively better get on with cleaning the place, because if he saw the squalor I’ve been living in he’d throw me out on my ear.

So I busied myself cleaning the house and writing my guest blogs. I was making good progress on all of this when I received a text message from Omally, asking me to call Stu and get him to phone henry. This was a bit tricky because I hadn’t got Stu’s number. I asked in the chatroom, and no one there had it either, but between us we recalled whereabouts on the net it could be found. I hastened thither forthwith, only to discover that it was his mobile number - all well and good, if it weren’t for the fact that for the last few days Stu’s phone charger has been in location A while he’s been in location B. For this reason I didn’t expect it to work, but I rang it anyway. It didn’t work.

Then I had a brainwave - way back in March, my invitation to Stu and Sarah’s party came in the form of an email linking to an image which I remembered had their phone number on. Had I still got the email? Was the image still there? Was it their home number? As it transpired, yes, yes and yes. Sorted.

What with all these distractions and more, the other jobs on my list didn’t get a look in. I’m glad it’s the weekend.