This is going to sound so bloody wimpish and silly, but I’m so fed up. It’s my birthday today, I’ve had lots of lovely wishes from my FB friends, which is kind, and then there’s all the “hope you’re having a great day” posts. I want to post “no, I’m not. I can’t bloody go out, hang the washing out, sit in the garden, take the dog out – in fact move – in case I miss a parcel delivery” – that would be unkind, as it’s no one’s fault except my oaf of a “D”H who has for reasons known to himself ordered me a present from Australia. It’s already been delayed by customs, and supposedly a delivery attempt was made last week but no one was in (we were at home at the alleged time) The only thing I can think was that I was in the kitchen, and couldn’t hear anyone at the door. So, now I’m rooted to the spot in case I miss it again. I have no idea what it is – I don’t even think I want the bloody thing now. I was going to go for a nice walk, and treat myself to a chippy lunch – but that’s all gone out the window now. Oh well, I’ll enjoy my day, reading Montalbano. This is not the first time the silly buggers (husband – not Montalbano!) fucked up over stuff he’s got on line. He just loves buying tat. But I could be wrong it could be something stunning. Oh well, Best suck it up.