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“Well, at least it’s blog material”

Today, the builders, who have now been doing important works on our (rented) house showed up unexpectedly. They’d wandered off on wednesday last week saying that they might not be back in the morning, because there was another, very much more important job they were supposed to be on, and they would, almost certainly, return on Monday. On Tuesday we called our landlord, just to check whether we should be expecting builders or not, only to be told they’d be back on Thursday.

On Wednesday – that’s today, today is Wednesday – I was having a shower after the gym when I heard the door rattling, and banging, and thinking it was My Beloved and Doozer returned from a walk with no keys, emerged from my shower wearing only a towel. It wasn’t my beloved. It was the builders.

“Oh!” I said. “They told us you wouldn’t be coming until tomorrow!”
“We’re not” they said. “We’re just here to measure the skirting boards”
“But you’re here!” I squeaked.
“No no, not today” they said, hauling their tools through the open door.

I grabbed clothes from the bedroom, scuttled into the bathroom and, in a hurry, slipped over on a particularly ineffectual shower mat that we were talking about just yesterday (“That new shower mat is very ineffectual”, my beloved had said “Yes,” I had replied, “it would be really easy to slip over on that if you were in a hurry”), and landed with a large, loud BUMP on the floor.
I swore a lot.
“Are you ok?” shouted the builders I’d never met before, up the stairs.
“NO.” I shouted back. “BUT YES. I DON’T NEED HELP”
And then I resumed swearing.

It was like one of those genre of films where tradesmen arrive in the middle of the day to find the lady of the house in skimpy clothing, and ribald shenanigans ensue. Except with no sex, and a LOT more grumpy swearing.

Anyway: I was lying there, staring at the ceiling, and I thought to myself “In the good old days, I would at least comfort myself by thinking – ‘well, at least it’s blog material’.”

It is time I thought that way again.

Except with (sometimes) better stories, obviously.
But mainly with returning to writing and writing and writing for no recompense, and no real reason. I really – again – miss it. This time I am, actually, back.

  1. Yay! and Boo! at appropriate sections.

    Comment by Lionel d'Lion — 12 September, 2012 8:26 am

  2. Oh welcome back, Anna x

    Comment by PaulaRoseT — 12 September, 2012 1:12 pm

  3. That’s hillarious. But you really must replace that mat. Bathroom falls can be very bad. Lots of very hard surfaces, plus wet and slippery floor could equal concussion! I once slipped wearing socks on my (dry) bathroom floor, hitting my head on the very hard toilet. Got a really scary looking bruise behind my ear. I made a crash so loud, my son came running from the other end of the house to see if I was OK!

    Comment by Maria in Oregon — 12 September, 2012 3:32 pm

  4. These two posts have made me so happy :D

    Comment by B — 12 September, 2012 3:48 pm

  5. Hurray! You have been much missed…

    Comment by Piggy — 13 September, 2012 1:05 am

  6. Interesting, that you would have a slip and fall in the bathroom and lie there naked (I assume the towel slipped as well) thinking it was blog material.
    Sweet.

    Comment by joeinvegas — 13 September, 2012 7:16 am

  7. There you are! I like your twitterings and I like your instagrammings, but I love your bloggings best of all.

    Comment by Vici — 13 September, 2012 11:53 am

  8. Ha! Also rubbish! We’ve had building work on and off for the last three weeks and the worst bit is having to be washed and dressed super early every morning just in case they turn up. It is never a certain thing.

    Hope the bruise isn’t too bad.

    Comment by Nose in a book — 16 September, 2012 1:52 pm

  9. Thanks for posting! Just wanted to let you know, in case it’s relevant, that today my antivirus says your blog has Trojans (or something).

    Comment by misspiggy — 27 September, 2012 4:56 am

  10. Can you imagine if you’d fallen as you opened the front door?

    Please be back, I miss the odd / mad / wild things that happen here :-D

    Comment by guyana gyal — 27 September, 2012 5:21 am

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