Me and the boyf are just good students that we are now BOTH missing our first NCT class. He's away with work.. so he helpfully decided to get a plasterer in to do the bedroom upstairs. This puts me sleeping on a mattress in another bedroom for 3 nights, which doesn't have curtains. Nice. I just got home from work (after an awful day), with plans to write my final 3 reports that need to be in tomorrow, and then go to NCT at 7.30.
I find that the plasterer hasn't finished, there is shit everywhere, ladders blocking the stairs etc. And 6 messages from the boyfriend getting increasingly aaaagh about the fact I haven't picked up my phone. He wants me to 'shift everything out of the living room so the plasterer can do the ceiling in there tomorrow'. Yerp... so I'm 26 weeks pregnant and shifting a piano on my own am I? Not likely. Haven't had dinner, haven't written reports, 20 minutes til NCT starts a 10 minute walk away.
Then my dad calls - he wants to come over and sort out some of the electrics that are currently live and hanging out of an OUTSIDE wall. This is a good thing.
While on the phone to him I suddenly realised that he could be my saviour.. so I've called the nice NCT lady to apologise, and am now sitting waiting like a fat lump for my dad to rescue me! I'm 40. How embarrassing.