Now I am not superstitious. I will walk under ladders unless there is some one up it with a bucket. Friday 13th just an ordinary day. But yesterday caused me a slight rethink. Now I must say right now nothing really dramatic happened just lots of irritations. Let me just list those events. First of all a slight change to my routine I went out in the morning instead of the afternoon and told my husband that I would be back for lunch. Arrived at the bus stop just as the bus was arriving (a minor miracle, was this the start of a good day?) Got into town only to find it was full of SHRIMPs ( SHRIMP? Selfish Head up their own b…sides Rude Ill Mannered Prats). Now these SHRIMPs were everywhere, pushing, shoving, refusing to edge out of the way as I went passed even when politely asked not waiting their turn. Stress level began to rise as you can imagine. It continued to rise when what I wanted to buy wasn’t in the shop. So set off for home to have a nice lunch with him in doors. Unfortunately he had misheard(!) me as I went out and had eaten! Stress level up a few more degrees.
Grabbed something to eat and then both of us went down to the shops. I went to the library whilst he went to the supermarket. One of the two items he was going to buy was a tub of cream cheese “You know” I said “ like Philadelphia”. Off I went and chose my library books. Went to the counter to get them issued. “Oh dear” said librarian “I can’t issue this one it isn’t from our branch” Another degree of stress. I went to met husband who showed me his shopping. I asked for cream cheese I got cottage cheese with chives! Stress up again as we went back to the supermarket.
The next couple of hours were stress free warm bath and a nice evening meal before I set off for a visit to the theatre. ( I go on my own as husband is definitely not a theatre person) Pleasant stress free trip on the bus . Yes I am going to have a good night. Had on nice bright pink blouse, cream skirt and I should say my hair is now about 2 to 3 mm long. I went to the bar for a pleasant drink. The barman approached me and said “ What can I get you SIR?” He obviously needed his eyes checking! Went into the auditorium and found my seat one row from the front dead centre. Fantastic! I was going to have a great view. Don’t you believe it! There were six seats in the row in front of me. Five people of normal stature arrived and one bean pole. Yes you guessed it, the bean pole sat directly in front of me. I could see the left and right sides of the stage but to see centre I had to crane my neck round.
The play was good. Harold Pinter’s the Caretaker, but it did need a lot of concentration which I was able to do until about three quarters the way through the first act when I began to hear rhythmical deep breathing coming from the side of me. The lady sitting next to me had nodded off. Slight distraction from the action on stage. She proceeded to do the same in the second act, I think it might have been something to do with the amount of wine she had drunk! The play was very good enjoyed it much more than I anticipated. Leaving the theatre I rushed over to the bus station to catch the bus home. Did any of you read an article in the papers a while ago about how playing certain types of music causes groups of teenagers to move on? Well they are trying that at my bus station. Waiting the fifteen minutes for my bus I was subjected to the worst caterwauling I have heard in a long time …. A soprano and male voice choir murdering the green green grass of home played at high volume. Never mind moving the bloody teenagers it would have moved me on. Stress up again. Anyway finally arrived at the front door, house in darkness, husband in bed. I am renowned for not taking my door key with me. But this time ha-ha I had it with me. So put it in the lock and IT WOULD NOT TURN! Ended up ringing doorbell and trying to raise husband from the dead whilst I struggled . Luckily for me the key did eventually move and I was able to open the door as husband slept on regardless.
Maybe there is something about Friday 13th.
Thanks for taking the time to plough through all of this
Take care
Jazzx
They could have issued the book because all the libraries are on line. Or maybe not. I return whatever I have to whichever library I go to next, and have stopped using Central Library much.
I'm sorry you had such a horrible day. My O/H would have collected me from the theatre. He does that sort of thing, Yes, people are often SHRIMP ish, because if they ever give way to someone a long queue of other people follow on. This is where a pessimist has an easier time.
I hope you had a quiet day yesterday to make up the balance.
There are definitely some days when you should NOT get out of bed! I think husbands have a built-in 'not listening gene' - mine certainly does. Or... it might be their way of guaranteeing they are not asked to do things a second time? We gave up going to the cinema because of the 'hell of other people'. We always managed to sit near the crisp-packet rustlers, or the folk who have to do a running commentary on the film. On one occassion we had a knitter rattling her needles all through the film!
