GRUMPY DAY

I was going to post a blog this morning as I was feeling quite grumpy. However my daughter rushed in yesterday afternoon in a panic as her babysitter for my six month old grandson had stood her up at the last minute, and she was on the late shift. Babies, however dear, and blogging do not go together. And of course I can no longer remember why I was feeling grumpy - probably because my small sleep allowance was significantly reduced with The Baby.

Oh yes, I was also feeling grumpy having read in this morning's Figaro that the boss of Barclays Bank earned £34 million squid last year, which I find totally scandalous. No-one can be worth that money. Can they? Perhaps I am jealous - imagine, I could have his job for a year, or even six months, and then retire most gracefully!

And it started snowing at 630 this morning and I am fed up with the non-snow this year - last year we had heavy snow until the middle of May and then suddenly within two weeks it had melted and spring arrived. This year we lurch from thick snow to no snow within 48hours and just when spring looks as though it might arrive - wham, another snow fall.

The Daughter and The Baby left earlier, I was just about to take the dog for a walk and the 'phone rings - my 'dear' ex for his bi-monthly counselling session. My ex and my mother are very similar - they are both total hypocondriacs and I get hours of descriptions of their illnesses - both of them assume that I am fine and well and healthy and off they ramble; thank goodness I have a solid constitution - perhaps I should pluck up the courage and tell them I have some awful illness and see how they react - they might even hang up! Serves me right for being too wimpy to stick up for myself, and that makes me grumpy, too.

So the day was lost - the only positive note was that my little black friend eventually got a good gallop and I came home in a much better frame of mind!