The last time

I broke a finger nail today and it really pissed me off.

My pissedoffitude has resettled just below the surface, ready to reappear in an instant. I wish it would piss off completely as it, in itself, is pissing me off.

Uncertainty around potential Xmas travel plans has resulted in uncertain pre Xmas travel plans. The revised uncertain plans allow for extended self isolating on my return should the rules change and require it. I’ll stay in over Xmas and New Year if necessary and be able to return to work in a timely manner.

I’m planning but not booking a trip to see Frenchie. I’ll book as late as possible in anticipation of maximum information.

On New Year’s Day it will be two years since we saw each other in the flesh and she has recently been unwell. She and Goodly were on a house hunting holiday a couple of weeks ago when she became ill. The Frenchie household is moving off the island to the mainland. As is common in my immediate family even the horror of a heart attack lends itself to farce, with Goodly having to follow the speeding ambulance in a left hand drive car she had not driven before, through an unfamiliar Portuguese city. She lost it having missed a turning and followed H signs that luckily took her to the correct hospital. She had to use Google translate to express her need to find her mothers location.

Both Frenchie and Goodly are still recovering.

Anxiety about my sister aside and travel uncertainty not withstanding, other concerns include that due to potentially spending time in a sunny climate, I will need to drop some chub super quick, fake tan and de hair in ways that only foreign sunshine requires. There’s a chance that at this time of year it may rain for the duration of my stay but I can’t count on it.

This may be my last opportunity to spend time with my sister on what I think of as her island, the new place looks fabulous but I’d like a last trip to Madeira.

That sounded dramatic.

Like something Cornflake would say.

I’ll say, we need to decorate the hallway, and he’ll say, it’ll be the last time we’ll need do that. He has a point. It’s true that, if we wait the nearly thirty years since we last decorated it until the time after the next sprucing, he would be in his late nineties.

I’ll say, we’ll need a new mattress soon, and he’ll point out that based on our mattress buying history, it’ll probably be our last.

I wish he wouldn’t do that.

Anyhow, I made a personal emoji/face thingy that expresses my current state of mind. It might not surprise you that I made it years ago. Not so recently that I won’t need another before I die.