On being really busy

Here I am, coping with the dark nights, the cold, and the rain. All alone with just my hot water bottle to keep me warm at night, working my socks off, and running around sorting stuff for Darran (rearranging appointments, paying bills, replying to letters, picking things up, forwarding on mail I can't deal with, that sort of thing).

Some of that sorting requires me to ask questions - questions like 'do you mind if I get rid of this', and 'what would you like me to do about such and such'. Questions that need answers.

So, I send the emails, and do I get those answers? No.

So I send a message suggesting that answers would be a) nice, and b) useful. And the reply? 'I'm really busy you know. I get homework every night. And I have to do the dishes..........'

And I think, ok, yeah, I guess so. I'll be patient and not nag too much.

And then, I get sent pictures like this..........

and this.............

and this.........

Oh yeah............ really busy with those pots and that homework Daz !!!!

Mind, if he goes here before I get back there will be BIG trouble!

Cheryl ;-)