Yvonne’s Facebook Status, Tuesday 17th September 2013:
Go to meeting at 2pm. Finish at 5.20pm. Phone office to organise taxi to get back to office. Get the answer-machine.
Office is shut. Phone then dies.
Realise I have no cash.
Realise cash is in office with my car keys and my keys to the office.
Realise without cash cannot get taxi back to office where car is parked.
Realise without office keys cannot get car keys.
Realise without car keys cannot get into car and cannot get home.
Panic some more.
Walk miles back to office in impractical super-high heels. Get to office. Accost stranger.
Pay said stranger dirty grush from bottom of bag to use their phone.
Phone Edinburgh-based work colleague.
Phone colleague 8 times.
Stranger getting impatient. Stranger thinks I am a mad woman.
I AM a mad woman.
Colleague answers on 9th attempt. She is mad too (angry) but agrees to open the office for me…
It’s been a f’ing awful day.
When I posted I genuinely thought the ‘bad day’ bit of my day was over.
That was a stupid assumption to make.
R wasn’t in when I got back. He’d waited, apparently and was ‘angry with you Mum’ but had had to leave, late for his evening meeting
Dinner – if I’d had the appetite – was by this time a shrivelled, dried up mess.
When I went for a ‘relaxing shower’ I managed to pull the shower head from the wall.
Knowing that I really had to, I settled to do a very late hour’s work – reading statements and trying to map evidence (for a hideous 7-10 day proof that’s set down for November – the meeting was a handover from legal firm to me) – and managed to read the same page at least 30 times before realising my mental matches just werny lighting.
I then settled to bed – to be disturbed by a cranky accusatory R. – angry because he hadn’t a clue where I was; he’d had to leave the kids and ‘why hadn’t I phoned or even answered my phone anyway’…
Oh… and I woke up on the 18th with an ugly cold sore.
And now (19th) I’m fu’ of snottery sweaty freezing miserable cold germs.
It hasn’t been such a great week.
However, as one of my pals pointed out – it does make laughable reading. It’s even starting to sound (masochistically) funny to me.