no charges laid
Actually, I’m not
I’m still in bed. With a hot water bottle and a hungry stomach. Not flying to New Zealand for a long weekend.
Having dodged the ash cloud returning from my recent Newcastle trip, the little bugger is back, mucking up trans-Tasman travel.
Tomorrow morning the alarm will go off at 5.45 once more, I’ll groggily switch on the light, turn on my iPhone and check my flight status….
Ground hog day? I’ll let you know.
They say bad things comes in threes and this past week or so has certainly delivered a trilogy of unwanted surprises – my workplace was been broken into and vandalised, blocked pipes at home meant I had a weekend without a functioning toilet, a horrible odour and visitors to share the experience with and today…the grogginess that comes from sleeping badly and too little.
Each little mishap has been inconvenient but not the end of the world. There’s the pain of unexpected bills (and loss of income) and a headache from not having slept for long enough. That’s all.
Saw this paste up – high up in a city laneway yesterday. It made me laugh on an inclement day. Looking forward to the unexpected today.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water…
…Jack fell down and broke his crown but Jill was acquitted of all charges.