These are the things that interrupted my night-shift sleep yesterday during the day. Having to do my blog when I got home in the morning. A little light reading of Don Quixote. The postman's loud knock. The postman was delivering day two's parcel. I ordered four pairs of shoes the other day in a celebration of paying off my credit card, and for some reason the same postman is delivering them one pair at a time. Yesterday his little machine wasn't working. I stood at the door in my pj's with the builders just outside and waited while he poked at it with his pen, asked to borrow a pin, poked at it with the pin, and then finally asked if I was happy for him to sign on my behalf. I couldn't have cared less if he did. List continues. Hip-hop music from the builders next door. Yes, the stuff with the vile language. Loud. The builders yelling at each other because they can't hear each other over the music. Stress because the building supervisor sent me an email, after my reminder that he promised a week ago to fix something by tomorrow, saying it would take a couple more weeks. The something is collecting rubbish they threw down the side of our house. Not rocket science. Definitely not three weeks worth of rocket science. The sound of scaffolding being thrown from a seemingly great height onto a bed of wooden boards outside my bedroom window. And a fight at the front door with the site foreman because they decided to do what was asked of them (as a ruse, because they wanted to do something of their own) down the side of our house with, again, shock-horrow, no permission. Anyway, before yesterday becomes today, goodnight.
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with: