Thursday, 29 May 2008

Party! Anyone want to come?

Although I will warn you this is a fairly major pity party.

We are supposed to be going away camping this weekend. It's Himself's cousin's 50th birthday party and a lots of family are meeting up on the farm he runs. And I really don't want to go. No. That's wrong. I do want to go but I have so much to do before Monday and I'm starting to panic that I won't get it all done.

If I go, I have to get food in, get the camping gear out of the attic and get the car loaded by 11am on Saturday morning. I'm worried about how Brodie the Foster will cope with camping and the last thing I need is two very keen Lurchers and one very keen greyhound having to be on lead and muzzled and glued to me all weekend because we're on a farm with animals.

Before I go I also have to finalise the Greyhound Gap's accounts for last year and Paypal won't play fair and I can't get it to balance but they have to be with the accountant on Monday. I have to clean my house because my house hasn't seen more than a passing glance of the duster for at least two weeks. The chicken coop needs taking apart and scrubbing and I have a pile of laundry to get done. The bed needs changing, the dog beds need washing and the forecast for this weekend is good. And all that has to be done in the evenings after work.

If I don't go at least I can strike out all the camping stuff because Himself will just take the one man tent and be done with it and that will give me two more days to get everything done.

So what do I do?

At the moment I'm sitting here wallowing and blogging about it in the hope it will help me make a decision

Another Pity Party cocktail anyone?


  1. No help with the camping problem; I hate decisions like that. Just caught up on some of the posts and love the Cornwall photos. I was there about 11 years ago; it was amazing. Would love to return, if the exchange rate improves? Have a good weekend, whatever you decide to do!

  2. Ha ha ha! Know what my subject was going to be today? A family trip to Italy in October. Bill is SOOOO excited. I am SOOOOOO not. No dogsitter. In fact I am DREADING the whole notion.
    So I totally feel your whine. I guess I would ask, do you really want to go? the house will still be messy when you get back, so that can wait. If you really want to go, then slogging through what you have to get done won't be too bad. If you don't want to go, it will be awful.

    good luck!

  3. Yes, I'll have one of those cocktails, please.

    Go camping. All that other 'stuff' will be waiting for you when you come home. No tellin' what you might miss if you don't go... tents blowing away, rainstorms, bug bites...

  4. I'm with Swampy and Patience. Go camping. Everything else will still be there and who knows? Maybe the dogs will just be

  5. Not making a decision - is- making a decision (:

  6. I'm arriving late to the party. I assume the decision has already been made. Hope it was the right one. And if not, I'll take a cosmo. They drown sorrows ever-so-well. Cheers, eh.


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