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Yesterday was one of those days……….

Yesterday I had one of those days.  You know the sort I mean,  we all get them from time to time.  A day where you end up wishing you had stayed in bed and not bothered to get up out of it.

It began well enough, with lot’s of promise.  K and I were due to visit the hairdressers at 11.45am.  One of us for her grey roots covering (me) and the other for a wash, cut and blow dry. (K)  The first downer began when the postman called. In amongst all the other post was a letter addressed to me from a Far Grange Park and Golf Club regarding my recent enquiry about Holiday Home ownership at their Park at Skipsea, North Yorkshire.  Nothing odd in that you might think apart from one small detail.  I have never ever contacted them about holiday home ownership! 

My Dream holiday home Oh yes folks, it has been a dream of mine for years to own a holiday home, since we used to take the kids when they were younger to one of the many Haven Holiday camps dotted about the UK.  I fell in love with them, and always vowed that if ever I came into any money I would buy one so that we could go away every year for weeks on end with the children.  However that is all it has ever been, a dream.  Why would this Granny, skimping all the time as she does on a state pension, enquire about owning  a holiday home?  And in Skipsea of all places?  (No offence to any residents of Skipsea who happen to be reading this post, its probably a lovely place, and certainly the enclosed brochure of the Park and amenities made the entire place look very tempting, but IF this Gran was ever in the position of having enough money to buy a holiday home, it would definitely be sited somewhere in Cornwall!)

Yet there it was, my name, my full address complete with invite to go and visit the Park to choose which holiday home I would like to purchase!  Now when strange occurrences happen to me like this, I tend to think its almost like someone is ‘rubbing salt into the wound’ and I immediately went off into one of my ‘if only I could win the lottery’ daydreams as I paid a visit to the Park site and took a peek at some of the lodges and Mobile Homes available. ‘sigh’

Dragging myself rather reluctantly from my daydream we set off to the hairdressers. I was attended to first, and whilst I was sat waiting for tne colour to take, K came over and showed me a pic of a hairstyle on her camera that she had taken up there with her.

Where's my daughter gone?Yes that’s nice” I said approving of the short but neat style in the viewfinder. Then our hairdresser began attending to her. I was sat over the other side of the salon. I saw K say something to her, then she began to shave K’s hair. She had shown the hairdresser a completely different hairstyle to the one that she showed me, and the upshot of this is that she ended up with all her hair shave off…… No big deal I hear you all say.  She is 29 years old . She has a perfect right to choose how to have her own hair.  Hmmm.

I always dreamt of having a girl.  My daughter in my mind would resemble Shirley Temple with gorgeous long locks cascading down her back.  She would be feminine, pink, love wearing dresses and fluffy things. ‘sigh’  The only time that K has ever worn a dress was when she was a bridesmaid for my Nephew 20 odd years ago!  And she hated it!  I have never EVER been able to persuade her to grow her hair long. This I don’t mind as I tend to always have mine fairly short as well, but all shaved!  She looks like a boy.  I already have two boys.  But I was upset with her because of the ‘sneaky’ way that she did it, showing me a perfectly presentable hairstyle that was more like she usually has it done, and then showing our hairdresser an entirely different picture of her preferred ‘shave it all off’ look. ‘Sigh’

We exited the hairdressers, and the downward spiral continued . We waited 55 minutes for a bus to Halifax.  FIFTY FIVE MINUTES!  This wait was made infinitely  worse by having to endure lot’s of gawky stares from motorists and their passengers as they slowed down at the roadwork traffic lights just next to the bus stop.  Why do people in cars always grin like demented idiots at you as you stand there waiting for a bus?  They’ll get their comeuppance when all the oil runs out and they realise they’ve lost the use of their legs!  Humph! Not only that, but one minute I was roasted prompting me to take my raincoat off, then the next minute a breeze seemed to spring up, prompting me to put my raincoat back on again! I must have gone through  that manoeuvre several times during the course of our 55 minutes wait. So much so that I began to get on my own nerves…’sigh’

At this point and by the time we boarded the bus, I was really fed up.  Arriving in Halifax, we hurried to Argos, picked up a new catalogue, and then intending to go to K’s favourite eating establishment, made our way up to McDonald’s but it was cram jam packed with people queuing for a meal, so we had to then return all the way back down to Burger King.  (Actually I am beginning to prefer Burger King, their chips are always crisp on the outside, but soft on the inside, whereas MickyD’s chips can often break your teeth.)  Following that we went on to Marks and Sparks where I bought five t-shirts for my newly acquired third son  daughter to add to her already considerable t-shirt wardrobe. Then we made our way to the bus station, but despite making a valiant dash towards our stand once I realised that one was due to depart, we still managed to see it pull out and disappear.  What is it with us two and buses?  ‘Sigh’

Random's. Guaranteed to give you a lift

“Right!” I exclaimed to K. “That does it!  I’m off to the shop to buy some Random’s!” Nothing better in my opinion if the day in question is determined to lay you low, throw everything it can at you, trip you up and knock you back down than stuffing your face with calorie laden Random’s!  So my dear readers, I didn’t last long in my resolve to stay clear of them did I?


13 thoughts on “Yesterday was one of those days……….

  1. Nicked from above post: "but IF this Gran was ever in the position of having enough money to buy a holiday home, it would definitely be sited somewhere in Cornwall!)"Fatman loves you for that;-)That’s a stunning picture. Thank you, K. It’s wicked, that hair cut. Now I know it’ll suit me!You speak of such delicious femininity. (Psst – did I spell that right?) Mum was the same when we were small. She wanted us “all curly and pretty”! I love K every time I read about her. She’s a real Tomboy by the sounds of things.There’s no-one quite like K that I’ve ever read about. She has a precious quality all her own and deserves a soft and cosy place in all our hearts.Poor you and the bus. Meanwhile, did you like your own hairstyle? I hope you were at least happy with that, TG. Hugs. Heh, heh on the Randoms, you widdle webbel!

  2. Oh mine was my usual style (pics to follow Jen in SkyDrive) although K planned a ‘before and after’ type snap of me, I was shocked when I saw the pic of my new colour at my arms! I look like Desperate Dan and I am now even more determined to stick to my diet! As long as I don’t get another day like yesterday that is…………..

  3. Awww – it must have been tough, reading about that holiday home. I often get letters from (I can’t remember who!) about property development. I’m supposed to be some kind of business owner in housing by these letter I get. Well, can someone pay me the money they owe me, then? If they did, I wouldn’t have to wait so long for my wheelchair adaptation that you’ve recently read:-DWe also get special invitations from DFS to go and have a glass of champagne while we sample their goods and choose what we want in the luxury of…etc, etc. You get it, don’t you!I might win the lottery too. But I’ll have to buy a ticket first;-)

  4. Oh TG, what a day!! You have the patience of a saint!! All my daughters have been tomboys … so when my granddaughter came along who spends time on hair, nails, etc., I simply did not know how to relate!! I remember once when she was 3 reminding her to take a cardie when catching a late flight as it would be cold …. she forgot …. but her comment to me was "Never mind, I’ve got my lipstick!!"

  5. Not the best of days, eh, T.G, although I quite like Ks hairdo….it suits her. Waiting for a bus is a particular hate of mine. Naughty using that as an excuse for more Randoms, though. Hope tomorrow goes better for you.

  6. Enjoyed this blog TG, nice to know that I am not the only one that has these sort of days ! Have a good week x

  7. Oh dear! You did have a rough old day didn’t you….the holiday home would of course be lovely for you but if we can’t have what we want well…sometimes it’s good to remember that if we could we would have nothing to dream about or aspire to…would we? And you never know what’s round the corner! I actually like K’s hair tho I do take your points on the subject. I would love to have long hair myself and often get asked why I don’t grow it but I would look horrible! It doesn’t suit me at all! Maybe K just feels it wouldn’t suit her either. Take heart tho…the shorter it is the faster it grows! Trust me! I spend half my life getting mine cut!! Relax and enjoy the Randoms!!! ;))

  8. If McDonald’s french fries are that hard you should be talking to the management, because they should be nice and soft. And I know they’re supposed to be the same over there as they are here. That’s the way it was when I lived in Germany.I know riding the bus is probably not your favorite thing, but it leaves you are doing a more environmentally friendly thing. It’s too bad we don’t have a better system here. I used to ride the bus, subway, streetcar and any other conveyance when I lived in Nürnberg. I really miss being able to travel around the city on a few bucks.BP

  9. Hmm. I think that some of you take my posts far too seriously! 😉 I am a real joker, and very ‘tongue in cheek’ The buses thing is a standing joke with K and myself, because whenever we go to catch one we have always just missed it, or see it disappearing into the wide blue yonder. And we don’t have a car nor would we like one. We either walk, bus it, or catch a train. Glad you all enjoyed the post though! Oh, and BP we have noticed this at quite a few of our local McDonald’s. (the hard fries I mean!)

  10. LOL TG nice and funny post! And yes we hard the hard fries syndrome here too, not everywhere not all the time but enough to make it so I won’t use MacDs! (to be fair I don’t like their burgers much either, egg & bacon McMuffin was my fave!) And I love K’s haircut too, I was that type of girl, did’t do dolls, dresses or long hair – still have short, hair now and only have 3 dresses, for special occasions!

  11. LOL you and her have a lot in common Mandy by the sounds of it! It all rubs off on me though. Pre K I did used to sometimes wear a skirt or two, now I am in trousers all the time as well. Same with the staying in her jammies if we are not going out anywhere. I used to play heck with her about it, and always get dressed myself, now I do the same! Doh! She really does influence you……(but I’m not having MY hair shaved off!)

  12. Very funny Post.. I enjoyed it immensely and I like the way you are able to string the day together with you little joys and major frustrations.. have a good week and I hope you suffer less this week in your endeavors

  13. Good post Technogran yes I know days like that phew, love the hair do K Short I know but if K’s happy then it’s good. But I can understand the shock you must have had all the same. I enjoyed a caravan Holiday in Blackpool about 5 years ago we all had a great time, and the weather was great to. Cornwall yes I can see where you are coming from TG , lovely place. No don’t have your shaved off it’s nice just the way it is. xx Take care

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