midwife's muse

They call me the wanderer

I sleep and eat at the 'other' house, I work driving around the countryside, and I return to my real home to garden, blog, and try to sort out problems (no land lines - still, at the 'other' house). I follow the stars in a black sky. My life is the blackness, and then the stars are when I go out, visitors come round or something happens that doesn't require mammoth effort and co-operation from faceless individuals at the other end of the phone. Last week I had a little star, or so I thought. I bought a new mobile phone, camera, infra-red, bluetooth, I was so happy. My 'up-front' was due to run out so went on-line to CPW, useless, I phoned them, equally useless, I went in store, asked about my 'up-front', they don't do them anymore. Very helpful chappy, eventually chose new phone etc., they tried porting my number - gave up after half an hour. Went back two days later, number sorted, phones out of stock. After another 48 hours I was the proud possessor of a phone that belonged in the 21st century, at the princely sum of £ 110. My star was positively illuminating the dark sky. The next day I received a letter from CPW, inviting me to renew my 'up-front' deal, with a new wonder phone for £29.99, my star became a super nova and is now a black hole. Head office think I was mis-sold, O2 think I was mis-sold, but the manager of the store is 'unavailable', and the final decision rests with him. Grrrr. Everything seems to be such a battle at the moment.

There are bright moments though, BIL and sister came over yesterday and cleaned out my computer. We had Jack for the day whilst his Mummy and Daddy went to British Superbikes. He has an obsession with anything in the sky, and spends all the time in the garden pointing skywards and eventually falling over backwards. We were all humouring him and then a Spitfire flew over, Grandad became very excited, so we all followed suit, pointing, waving, shouting, clapping and then we looked at Jack. he was staring at us with a confused expression and decided that playing with gravel was a less hysteria provoking pastime.

In the morning, before Jack arrived, I was tidying up in the kitchen, and thinking how sad it was that Jack wouldn't remember my cats, he had loved Kizzy, the little black and white one. Suddenly I felt a familiar rubbing around my calf, I nearly screamed, and there was this little white cat with a stripey tail circling around my legs. How she got in I have no idea but I spent the next few minutes sitting on the kitchen floor stroking her, her ID tells me that she is called Ginny. Anyway she stayed around for most of the morning, even Jack arriving didn't drive her away. He thought it was wonderful 'cos she would let him stroke her and she even went over to him and rubbed around his legs. Another bright star.

This afternoon I am off to see Amy and her Mummy to go and feed the ducks. Yesterday they came round and Amy charmed my sister with huge smiles and strange babbles, another bright star.

In the background the phone is on loudspeaker assuring me that 'an energy specialist' will speak to me soon. Yet another little item that needs sorting, the bills at the 'other' house. My estimate is that by the time everything is sorted out we will be moving out again, and it can start all over again.

11.7.05 12:17