Where to begin. Firstly the good stuff…
We had a superb day out in Leicester for my son’s PhD graduation. So unbelievably proud of him. We took the train up, booked into a hotel then met up with him and his girlfriend. Once he had the gown and silly hat on we went to have official photos done then off to De Montford Hall for the ceremony. Impressive organ btw. Afterwards we popped into his old department then had a celebration curry to cap what was a really fantastic day.
I had part one of my exam. So pleased it could all be moved to accommodate my son’s day. I think I did ok but you rely on the assessor agreeing with you don’t you? Part 2, the written paper, this coming week… fingers crossed.
Now the rubbish. I got one of those calls you dread at 4pm Monday. My daughter was outside my mother-in-law’s house unable to get an answer. My wife arrived as I started leaving London. She couldn’t get in as the door was locked. By the time I got there the ambulance crew had arrived and smashed a window to get in. She’d fallen and couldn’t get up butto nothing else amiss. At least she now has accepted, however ungraciously, some help.
We’ve been calling in, one of us, daily to check on her and my daughter called when we were away moaning that she wasn’t using some of the equipment. So frustrating.
If that wasn’t enough stress and on the coldest week so far this winter our boiler failed and we’re still waiting for it to be fixed.
All that in 7 days or less.
Glad I don’t drink anymore frankly I’d have been accelerating and exacerbating all the high and low emotions and not helping the situation at all. People in AA often claim God will only give them enough stuff that they can deal with at any one time. Given I don’t believe in some omnipotent interfering being like that anyway this stretches my “faith”. But I hear people say these things that makes me then think, it is still stuff I can deal with without needing a drink.