Very frustrated this morning - no viewings for the house this weekend, the surveyor hasn't yet been in to the new place for the mortgage valuation, the baby is kicking and wriggling like a wriggly thing and is really uncomfortable and I am not in a good head-space-place at all. I could honestly sit down and scream, in a very Scarlett O'Hara fashion.
In fact, I did sit down and scream last night, for a good half hour. I'm sure it's not good for me, the baby or B - and this morning (afternoon) I feel like a wrung out rag. Doh.
B is engrossed in Fritz Leiber as a kind of escape from the real world and in a minute we are going to go and sort some more of the rain forest/garden out; so at least that should be grounding, a bit. And then there's the everlasting 'keeping the house clean for non-existent viewers' excitement planned for later on. Oh joy.
One bright spot to the weekend is that tomorrow, Mel from Bean Sprouts is coming to collect two of our six hives of bees. She is very excited to be getting them and we are equally excited to be getting rid of them - we have so much on that looking after six hives is definitely TOO MUCH WORK (tm) at the moment.
B and I have also made a pact to sort out the wasps nest that we have a sneaking suspicion the little buzzy b*****ds have built in the disused chicken house. We can't tell for sure until we take the lid off - it's the one that's built a bit like a coffin. The wasps are going in and out like mad though, and it's cedar wood, so I'm thinking that that is idea wasp-nest-material. I am going for the 'bee suit, bucket of water and a board to put over the top' approach if they are in there. Apparently the other method is the 'bee suit, bucket of paraffin and a match' approach, which seems a little ... well ... flammable.
So that's it, really. Tomorrow - which shop should one go in to labour in to benefit most from voucher-type gifts from the retailer?