Still Fed Up.

The last few posts have had an undercurrent of melancholic introspection and I could do with changing tack. 

 

The problem is that there's no new tack to engage with because I'm going through a phase of having to deal with delays, dysfunction, breakdowns, communication problems, and so on nearly every single day. Today I was subjected to two serious attempts at scams. One was avoided with reasonable ease, but the other nearly got me because of a coincidence which caused me to trust the scammer. It would have cost me a lot of money, but fortunately the day was saved by a series of emails and phone calls which gave me the truth of the matter. It seems to me that one of the benefits of this mad rush into microchip technology is that it leaves us open to the liars, the cheats, and the thieves of the world. Never in my lifetime have we had to watch our backs at every mouse click as much as we do now. And the obtrusive nature of having builders working in the confined space around my house doesn't help, and neither does the prospect of more disturbance in the near future, and neither does the onset of Samhain which is always the most difficult time of year for me. It's all becoming a bit too much.

And so there's no humour or insightful rambling to put out at the moment, but at least there were two brief breaks in the cloud this morning:

1. The Lady B is up to to her London buses trick again (you wait for an hour and then three turn up at the same time.) I see nothing of her for months, and then her car passes me in the lane five times in about seven days. I don't get the chance to talk to her, of course, as I've wanted to do for the past nine years, but I receive her polite wave with gratitude as she sails serenely by. (And that isn't a case of passive aggression, by the way, it's true.)

2. The big young Labrador who lives in the village assaulted me with much affection at lunchtime. Did I mention how much I love dogs?

 

Maybe a better version of me will emerge tomorrow, or maybe it will have to wait until February. But I hope nobody tells me 'you need to do this' or 'you have to do that', as someone did today. I've been keeping my own counsel all my life no matter what mood I was in, and being told 'you need to...' or 'you have to...' makes me very narky.