Rant

Thursday, November 16, 2006 11:52 AM

Just had a garbled message from husband saying he wants to pull out of house-move, had enough, grr-argh, etc. No further explanantion and he's turned his phone off. I am stuck in work, a refrigerated shop, with the beginnings of a migraine, and no way to reach anybody who can tell me anything sensible. My boss has buggered off and left me in charge, pretty much until Xmas. No extra pay, just 'grateful thanks.' Husband is going off on another work trip for a week or so in the middle of this.

There are just days when I want to go back to bed. I'm fairly resilient normally, but I just feel pummelled today. What with my work, husband's work, the house thing, I can't get any writing done. And a writer with writer's block inflicted by other folk is not a pretty thing to be anywhere near. Why can't people just do waht they are supposed to do, without game-palying, lying, brinkmanship or just plain bloody-mindedness? It's grey, wet, dark and cold, and I really can't be bothered with anyone else's crap right now.

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