I had somewhat presumptuously predicted a good 2023, I said I could feel it in my bones. Our first few days were lovely and quiet. We celebrated the new year just the two of us and I just about made it to midnight, only because I heard fireworks that I could view from the bedroom window.
Tuesday was a pretty good day also, coming first in Bridge, that hasn’t happened for a while. I’ve managed to infiltrate a social Bridge group on a Wednesday and played at a club with lunch after, very civilised.
Thursday started off as a pretty chilled day, everyone swimming in the pool, relaxing and having fun. I said to my daughter, let’s go to the beach. It was going to be 38 degrees. When we arrived all the carparks were full, so we had to drive slowly around stalking anybody walking back to their cars. Eventually we found somewhere and set off to buy buckets and spades, solar suit for Rosie and flip flops for Elena who had left the house barefoot. I think we spent 30 minutes on the beach as it was too hot and both kids had had enough. The water was glorious though and we needed one of those new fangled cabanas that everyone else seemed to have.
When we arrived home Anthony said he would shop for dinner. As he went into the garage, he heard a tap, tap, tap. Thinking it was a cockroach, he looked around and up and saw a hole in the ceiling with water pouring through. It was deemed an emergency. So I got onto the emergency plumber who came in an hour, quoted us an exorbitant price, which I accepted, I mean what could you do? Anthony had decided to go shopping anyway and so abdicated responsibility. He came back and declared that we could have flown to the UK for that price and interrogated the plumber about why it was so expensive. Anyway all fixed now, but finances have taken a loss.
Friday I thought I should check up on where Anthony’s new UK passport had got to. I finally got through to the Royal Mail in the UK to an actual person. The man was very polite and helpful and said, you can call it lost now! How can that be? Anthony said it’s probably been stolen, Laurence said it’s identity theft, really, I sincerely hope not. The UK passport office said if they don’t receive documents by a certain date they will cancel the application. I went to the Post Office here and another helpful man sent an email to someone who will send another email to customs in the UK. So I don’t know what to do, cancel the passport, apply for a new one or wait?
All these things are First World Problems I tell myself, they will eventually resolve themselves, maybe!
In the meantime I’ll be chilling in the garden.
I hope you’ve all had a great first week to 2023