I went to the business networking group in Huntingdon last night, didn’t get home till eleven, and then had a drink and wound down, so I’m not sure what time it was I got to sleep. Still, I then slept all the way through till six, which is good
I’m not sure about this group. There were only five of us there last night. I seem to be the kiss of death for groups, I join them and they fold. Ho hum. I was hoping to get some business out of it, but so far I’ve only made £15 for this lady’s business cards. I spent most of yesterday fiddling with the website, printing the cards for her, scouring the shops for a suitable container for them, and then making a little box for them.
Never mind.
I decided yesterday would be a good time to get the chair out of my car. I’ve said I’ll go to a women graduates’ meeting in Coventry on Saturday, but I’m thinking of pulling out, it’s a bit of a trek and I’ve still got loads to do. I didn’t do any housework last weekend. I need some time to get my head clear, which doesn’t seem to be happening at the moment.
Anyway, if I do go, I don’t want to drive all the way to Coventry and back with a chair in the back of the car. So I decided yesterday to get the caretaker to help me. I thought I’d start by opening up the car and getting it out by myself before I called on him.
I unlocked the car on the central locking, and tried the hatch door, but it still wouldn’t open. Then I put the key in the lock of the hatch and turned it, and lo and behold I managed to open it. So then I went down to the side door and manipulated the chair out onto the car park. It wasn’t nearly so bad as getting it in. I locked the car again and half carried, half wheeled the chair across the car park to the back door of the flats, and along the corridor to the bottom of the stairs. Then I picked it up, and carried it up the stairs myself, stopping and resting a few times, but it wasn’t that bad. For some reason it was so much easier carrying it up stairs rather than down, possibly helped by the fact that I was wearing trainers rather than heels.
So, I now have a new office chair, I can open my boot again, and I’m feeling rather pleased with myself!
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And on Tuesday, I got a text from Himself. I won’t give you the exact words, but the gist was: ‘Come and meet me in London on Monday’.
‘Tuesday would be better’.
‘I know, but I won’t be there on Tuesday’.
‘Monday it is then. Same place as last time?’
‘It’s a deal!’
So that’s put a smile on my face!