I like the heat in the evening when it's cooled down to about 30ºC and there's a breeze, but doing anything at all (and looking after bored kids) when it's 40ºC is horrible. Next week it's supposed to hit 42ºC. Sigh.
I found out this morning I'm teaching an intensive course for 4 weeks in the mornings. I'm pleased because although I'd got in the headspace of not working and pootling around the house in the mornings, it's another month's salary for what is much easier work than the rest of the year (2 groups instead of 8 and 18 teaching hrs a week instead of 22). It fits in well with DCs nursery and summer school activities and I'll be around in the afternoons. Will only need to claim the dole for a month maximum.
Went to ikea with DM and all OK, but she's been driving me FUCKING NUTS this morning. Went over as prearranged to take her car to the next village to have 4 new tyres put on. Car won't start. Dead battery. So, have to ring insurance and have it jumped started and then take it to mechanic and now can't do tyres until this evening, which isn't convenient really. I was a bit annoyed I'll admit, (it was one of those ARGH mornings, but I wasn't any more annoyed than anyone else would be and only for about 10 minutes)
It was annoying and basically took all morning, but it wasn't that that annoyed me, it was the way she reacted to it all. Starts going on about how now she's too scared to drive in case it breaks down like that as she "couldn't cope". I pointed out that her insurance is all in English and she has a special hotline for foreigners she can ring and do it all in English. "but the mechanic who came out wouldn't speak English" she says smugly. I just ignored her, because that's just bollocks. You don't need an in-depth conversation with the mechanic, he tows your car to a garage and you wait for it to be fixed. She has proved since we moved out that she can manage that type of thing when she wants. her Spanish isn't that bad.
But she can't let it drop. Once the car had been taken to the garage we went for a coffee and she keeps going on about how she shouldn't have renewed the insurance as she's "not safe driving" but she wouldn't know how to go about selling. Then later, mentioning the fruit she'd bought had got bruised in her granny trolley bringing it home from the greengrocer ad says "the shopping is very difficult" so I say helpfully that the supermarket she goes to and the one we sometimes have coffee in both have very nice fruit and she replies "yes, but I'd have to drive there", i.e I can't drive any more. It was a FUCKING FLAT BATTERY!!! why does this have to translate into I am too scared and suddenly physically incapable of driving?????
I ignored and ignored and then when I dropped her off she starts weeping and saying she's sorry about it all, she's such a burden, she should never have come and given me all this trouble.
Why does it always have to be such a drama, everything such a life changing tragedy? Why can't something annoying happen and I'm allowed to grump about it for 10 minutes and that's the end of it? It really really really pisses me off. I am still pissed off. she said I'm really sorry and I told her not to worry, it was a pain in the arse but these things happen and it would get sorted, but she can't just accept that and let it drop, she has to start catatrosphising and making it into this "I'm scared to drive, I'm not safe, I should sell the car, I can't get my shopping, I can't live alone....etc etc" That's not NORMAL, surely?
If I were still living there, she'd take to her bed and have a "depressive incident" about how she can't drive, she hates her life, she's housebound, blah blah blah.
OK, will stop now and go and have some camomile tea......