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That was a day, that was
Feb. 26th, 2026 11:50 amEver have one of those days that just feels wrong, despite the fact that objectively things are actually pretty good? I had one yesterday; they don't happen to me very often, and most of the time they mean I've done something wrong that didn't fully register at the time. However, I don't think that was the case yesterday. I think it was nothing more than the temperature. 17 degrees in February is enough to make anyone twitchy, and it really did not help that the landlord sent the odd-job people round to scalp the lawns. That shouldn't be starting for at least another month.
But, in fact, it was a surprisingly good day. The boiler engineer was pleasant and quiet (normally I like it when they're chatty, but I was not in the mood on that occasion). There's also the fact that d'Artagnan has a birthday coming up, so I decided to get him a voucher for his local bike shop; I didn't know exactly which that was, so I just did a search, found the three most highly recommended bike shops in the city where he lives, read the descriptions, and thought "yes, knowing him, it'll be that one". It was. They assured me they could sort out a voucher for me over the phone, so I rang them up, and when they discovered who it was for, they positively squeed. I had my ear bent for several minutes about what an inspiration he is... well, he is; but it's always good to hear it from someone else.
And then I got some unexpected news about Mum. Turns out they now think it's not a gall-bladder infection at all, but something much less serious which doesn't require treatment with antibiotics (she has refused those). So she may very well rally again, as she has done so many times before. Exactly how far she'll be able to rally is another matter, as she hasn't been able to eat or drink properly for nearly a week now, which will in itself have taken a toll. But still.
There were one or two other minor nice things that happened, too, but those were the main ones. I really need to train myself not to be derailed by unseasonal mildness; I wouldn't mind so much, but when it goes round masquerading as my conscience trying to point something out, that's a bit of a nuisance. Today, however, is another day.
But, in fact, it was a surprisingly good day. The boiler engineer was pleasant and quiet (normally I like it when they're chatty, but I was not in the mood on that occasion). There's also the fact that d'Artagnan has a birthday coming up, so I decided to get him a voucher for his local bike shop; I didn't know exactly which that was, so I just did a search, found the three most highly recommended bike shops in the city where he lives, read the descriptions, and thought "yes, knowing him, it'll be that one". It was. They assured me they could sort out a voucher for me over the phone, so I rang them up, and when they discovered who it was for, they positively squeed. I had my ear bent for several minutes about what an inspiration he is... well, he is; but it's always good to hear it from someone else.
And then I got some unexpected news about Mum. Turns out they now think it's not a gall-bladder infection at all, but something much less serious which doesn't require treatment with antibiotics (she has refused those). So she may very well rally again, as she has done so many times before. Exactly how far she'll be able to rally is another matter, as she hasn't been able to eat or drink properly for nearly a week now, which will in itself have taken a toll. But still.
There were one or two other minor nice things that happened, too, but those were the main ones. I really need to train myself not to be derailed by unseasonal mildness; I wouldn't mind so much, but when it goes round masquerading as my conscience trying to point something out, that's a bit of a nuisance. Today, however, is another day.
