I am really struggling to get over this latest setback. I slept very badly as "I" up late as she slept late in the car on the way home, so I didn't really get any "down time" before bed. Couldn't sleep, them awake 2 hours in night, and wakened at 7 by the smell of burning porridge. D, E and I up VERY early to get back to Carmarthen to have inspection and hand the key over etc, then going on to Llanstephan beach for the day, lucky devils. They didn't realize quite how quickly the hob heats up here. You can't walk away and leave it.
I am still simmering with rage over the broken glass. The blardy driver they sent was the size of a leprachaun and struggled to lift the pack. There were several lots of glass on board - presumably for people in the same state as me, with broken packs delivered before - and it looks like he had dropped them in position and then fixed the ratchet strap far too tight, which broke the front pane in 3. I imagine other folk will make the same discovery. The glass just has a layer of tissue paper between each pane, one thin layer of cardboard and then shrink-wrapped plastic. They must have phenonemal wastage . . .
When we had our kitchen delivered, packaging included hefty air-filled plastic "jackets" - I kept several pieces in case I needed to send something which needed protection, and edges of unit fronts had foam L-shaped corner pockets to protect them. Something similar for the glass would be sensible.
I have to go and see the farmer with the sheep this morning as the situation is getting ridiculous. 3 years ago it was one ewe and her lamb, same one with twins last year. This year it started off with 7 sheep, a dynasty! - and then the owners of the bottom cottage (for sale) got a digger in to clear all the brambles in a patch of land with it, so there was somewhere to park. This then allowed even more sheep to get through and the last couple of days I've had 14 of the blighters. I shut the front gate, but then they get through my post and rail fencing around the paddock. They've been eating my roses and nearly ricocheted off the greenhouse yesterday when running away from me in panic. That would be ALL I blardy well needed, finally getting it finished and then a flock of sheep demolish it. Believe me, the way my luck is going that could well be a predictable end to it all.
The whole house has extra "stuff" everywhere, which is still - hopefully - being found a home for. I am seriously thinking that until I have a Unit (and I may have to check Leominster out if the other one doesn't come up soon) I can't go to Malvern any more, as I have no room to put anything. That would truly be the final downer.
I will try and get out in the garden to prune and feed the roses today. Providing there's anything left to prune that is!
