No more worries for a week or…well, actually, a week.
Boofuls and me have made it to the end of mad June!!!
Now it’s time to relaaaaaaax and where better than on a bleeding great cruise ship?
Right up to ten minutes ago I was running round like a headless chicken only worse because soon as I went forward one step I’d have to go back two! At least a headless chicken gets somewhere.
The last pre holiday drama ( I hope ) was when I was framing two photos for a client this afternoon and the framer had made the frames the wrong size. NNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Client due in one hour, framer not answering his phone and actually what could he do anyway – conjure up two new frames and send them over on a magic carpet? Cue nervous breakdown.
The client decided she wanted to take the smaller frames as she didn’t want to wait another ten days, which meant I had to scrap two 16 x 20 photographs, reprint two more at 16 x 12 and refund her £50!!! Not a happy bunny. I’m over it now though.
Big N has been left strict instructions not to have any mad parties, not to forget to feed the cats and let them out for an occasional toilet break and not to destroy anything while we’re away.
Boofuls sent a text and left a message on our our dance reacher’s mobile phone last week to cancel our lesson as we were just too busy to go. “I picked up your message as I left for the ballroom so I turned round and went home.” he said.
Boofuls and me looked at each other puzzled. “But we sent that message the night before. I wonder why it didn’t arrive.”
“Well you sent it to my mobile but I was at home.”
The look of puzzlement deepened.
“Well I wasn’t mobile was I? I was at home so it was turned off. That’s why it’s called a mobile. When you’re moving use it, when you’re not, use the land line. It’s obvious; you don’t ring a mobile when the person is stationary. Tsk.
That told us.
I’ve got a million other things to tell you but they’ll have to wait. I have to PACK!!!