Thursdaaaarrrrgghhh!!!

Thursday began with yet more messy DIY that is at least showing signs of getting somewhere, meaning that there doesn't need to be any calling in of a plasterer to skim everything over but it'll just take some more time & effort. Thankfully the household is understanding and gets that it'll look good & satisfaction shall be had.

At lunchtime a letter arrived via our GP to say that youngest's referral for specialist counselling has been rejected, worse still for a completely inaccurate reason. I rang the number on the letterhead and was told that they didn't recognise the signatory on the letter(!), then our contact at the council who was unable to help due to being off work, then the service referred to who said to call our GP, and finally our GP who was closed for the afternoon for training. To round off I then put head in hands and sobbed for a good ten minutes.

If on a hilltop that may have been topped by shouting a loud swearword into the wind but instead was eased by three hugs and a coffee in my favourite mug with the words 'BIG Hugs' upon it, so technically that's four or more because Hugs is plural. Laptop out, letter written to the GP and popped in an envelope, and a surprise phonecall from the number on the letterhead, someone who knew the signatory and how could she help. I explained everything, she understood my frustration and promised to discuss everything with said signatory and get back to me with any luck next week.

The remaining Jointing Filler/Mud/Gloop was applied to the messy DIY before cleaning up, jumping aboard Biscuit and zooming off, first to post the letter and second to Wickes in Glossop for more Gloop. And then I rode home the long way, stopping at Etherow Park to sit amongst the Ducks, Geese & a Trafalgar Square quantity of Rock Pigeons while Brain defragged for half an hour. Blip is two pics from Etherow along with a 'gate with a view' on Werneth Low en route back.

Back home for a salmon & stir fry tea (very nom) and as am in work tomorrow for the weekend, remove the back tyre from Biscuit after watching an almost excellent tutorial on Royal Enfields youtube channel. I say almost as during the bit that advises tilting the bike over whilst an assistant rolls the wheel out from under the mudguard, they don't mention that holding the front brake on would be a good idea too and it would have been a good idea because after eldest had rolled the wheel out and gotten herself clear, Biscuit rolled forward an inch and the centre stand folded, slamming my pride n' joy onto the garage floor.

This may have warranted more sobs but whilst my arm now hurt, eldest was fine and we had a motorbike to rescue. A length of wood, a scissor jack saved from our old kit car and a pair of Dads old axle stands came in very handy, carefully lifting her skywards before lowering back onto the centre stand. Eldest asked if she had passed her Royal Enfield NVQ Level 1. I nodded and gave her a high five with the wrong arm. Ouch!

I hope Friday is thoroughly boring with nothing to write about because whilst being back on shift, I need a day off if you know what I mean -_-