The air is still bitterly cold,but there is a sense of spring around, and with it comes that internal urge women tend to get about clearing out and refreshing their homes a little. I am no different,although I have a sense of urgency as i do not want to leave a lot of clutter for my family to not know what to do with.
So with good intentions and summoning up some energy, I start to sort out various toys that i could give away and books no longer required.
I decided to wash the cuddly toys -big mistake as the stuffing came out of one of them and bunged up the machine and i spent the rest of the day unbunging the pump over and over again.The garage was flooded and a day had gone ,with me cursing my stupidity.
In the end,I had to go and buy a new machine,which in fact,was quite an amusing episode(i have to laugh at these incidents as otherwise life would be unbearble)I have a good friend who came with me to act as my voice,who speaks reasonable french but is not bilingual,plus me who is more or less mute,trying to extract information about the machines from a saleslady who was well into her pregnancy.It must have looked quite funny ,me with my sign language and paper and pen to the ready, spitting into my cup every five seconds,my friend confused whether she was speaking in french or english and the preganant assistant wanting to sit down and rub her tummy.I think she made a sale she won`t forget in a hurry.
As a result,i came home exhausted aNd feeling incompetent and tearful,when the postman knocked on my door and left me a parcel from an old university friend whom i had not seen for years ,but had retained that special friendship one makes in those early years of youth ,and inside she had sent lots of little thoughtful gifts -each with a little note attached and a letter. And it changed my outlook on that grim day,not the presents ,but yet again ,someone was out there rooting for me ,giving me strength again .
have a nice weekend