Sadly the past few days have been beset with petty irritations. For example: I went to Spotlight yesterday and there were no trolleys available. Like, none. In the afternoon, on a Tueasday? As I can't carry seven bolts of fabric as well as all the ribbons, threads, bobbins and dyes I need I only spent half what I usually do - oh wait, is that a bad thing? Yeah, it is for Spotlight!
Today I went to the doctors to find that my favourite technician no longer works there. I ended up in the hands of a nurse who's very nice, but her ear-syringing technique leaves a lot to be desired. But she got the job done, my ears are clear and the pain has worn off so it's all good. Then there was some raruraru with the pharmacy but that was sorted out soon enough so no worries.
OK, my irritations are really petty. I wonder what happened to the impassioned rants of yore?
Tonight was lovely - my sister-wives came over for catching up and chatting and to watch Project Runway (De brought round a chocolate and coconut sorbet which I may have to buy a lot more of as soon as possible).
Sometime last week I ran the cat's grooming glove over the lounge rug and pulled out a huge pile of fur:
No, that's not two cats - that's Kees facing down the pile of rug-fur.