This morning I came into work determined to blitz my to do list once and for all, so that I might go to Belgium this weekend feeling in control and, dare I say it, ‘on top of’ things. Sadly, however, today was not to be my day. My initial enthusiastic approach was thwarted at every turn. Firstly, I sat down at my desk to find the papers for the hitherto forgotten (in my mind at least) board meeting staring back at me. Then, post three-hour board meeting, I emerged, blinking in the light, to a telephone call from a blocked number which went something like this:
Annoying stranger: Hi, yes, I’m calling about your payment protection.
Me: I don’t have any payment protection.
Annoying stranger: But haven’t you recently taken out a loan?
Me: Look, if you’re trying to sell me something I’m really not interested..
AS: No, I’m absolutely not selling anything….
Me: So what are you calling about?
AS: Your recent loan..
Me: But I haven’t taken out a loan.
Me: Yes, really. Look, I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell me, okay?
AS: But I’m not a salesman, honestly…
Me: Then what are you?
AS (weakly): I’m calling about your loan…
Me: How many times do I have to tell you I’m NOT INTERESTED?
AS (sounding scared now): Um, okay….
Me: Right. GOODBYE (slams receiver down).
I’m not sure my true wrath translates so well in this context but suffice to say I think the poor man might be re-evaluating his career choices from this day forward…
Fortunately the remainder of the afternoon passed without incident and I did manage to make an indent in the To Do list despite the adverse conditions. But the true success of today was the delicious risotto we made for dinner-with peas, beetroot and goats cheese. This was topped off with a bottle of red and two delicious Hummingbird Bakery cupcakes (apple strewsel and tiramisu, since you asked), courtesy of my friend Kaye’s birthday voucher from a year ago, to celebrate two years to the day we ‘officially’ started going out – a low key celebration in light of recent events, but a lovely one nonetheless. Bruges this weekend will be the icing on the (cup)cake. I can’t wait.