Morning phone call with demand. "You'll have to get some toilet rolls and bring them round, I'm having visitors." There was a slight pause while the steam vented through my ears. I bought 18 toilet rolls last Thursday and with the one in the cupboard, that made 19. There are two people living in the house and one visitor. Nobody gets through 19 toilets rolls in a week. Do you think that didn't start the day off peachy! She's hidden them, I know she has, alternatively they've fallen to the side of the pantry where she forgets to open the door. In any case I wasn't buying anymore so she goes to Plan B, ring my sister who takes some over.
I'm still in the dark hole from the weekend but it's getting shallow and light is beginning to shine from the outside in.
I was invited to an anniversary party on Sunday. The theme is science fiction since we're all sci-fi buffs. This mob go all out for costume parties and I didn't bother the first time I went and felt like an overdressed lady at a nudist convention. Suggestions were flying about, StarWars was big and someone suggested that with my hair I'd be great as Princess Leia. I'm thinking more along the lines of Jabba the Hut and wondering where I could buy a tiny Princess Leia on a chain to hang round my wrist.
By Monday night, I'm vowing never to go anywhere again but got a terrific idea for a costume. I can do this, I can go to this party even if it's the day we bury her. I get to Southland, still yes/no-ing and wander into Lincraft and there was the great omen that said "Cinders, you will go to the Ball". Beautiful sky blue gauze printed all over with golden stars (very Barbara Cartland) and just what I had in mind. The jewellery shop had a sale, blue and white crystal bracelets. OMG, a star tiara is born. I haven't had an excuse for making a tiara for years. The gold sandals I already have. The Oroton ritzy-ditzy necklace with the pearls and diamonds will get an outing. I'm half-way there I tell you.
So dear readers, what am I going as? Give up, too subtle. Let me give you a clue.
"Once upon a time, in a GALAXY far far away"
I'm too small to be a Universe, too large to be a constellation but a GALAXY is just right.
Now let's hope the scrap of paper I wrote my email address on isn't sucked into a black hole and my galatic presence forgets to be invited.