Is it something to do with age - is is to do with the times we are living through - is it a personality disorder? I don't know what it is but what I do know is that I easily get into a sweat these days. I rarely seem to have a day when I can be on an even keel all twenty four hours. Is it just me?
It all started with Gardeners' World magazine - out today and full of good solid gardening reading and (if I am lucky) a couple of photographs of Monty thrown in for good measure. Here's me, sitting over a round of toast and honey and admiring the new vista of my back garden sans the two miserable trees and thinking about how the bit of garden not yet planted up (blame Mares Tail) needs something, when this month;s Gardeners' World plops through the letter box. And in it a special offer for bulbs for the garden - daffodils (last chance to plant them). tulips - a very tempting offer - buy three lots and get the cheapest of the three free. Yes!
Right - pick up the phone and order. So I assemble card, magazine, items I wanted clearly marked and dialled. The phone was answered promptly so I held out high hopes. But of course I was in a queue. I waited and waited but no animated human emerged - just a recorded one sorry to keep me waiting for the next available whatever. Eventually, and because it kept reminding me I could do it, I put the phone down and went on line to do it. But of course I had to get on line first and my laptop would not allow me to get there. Because of another problem (might tell you another day if I can't think of anything else to write about) my son had kindly changed my e mail password for me yesterday. When I tried to use it BT wouldn't accept it. I went on the phone and a lovely chap - full of patience - tried helping me. Remember I shake, I am old, I am very deaf (as well as daft) and I kept apologising and I struggled. Eventually, after half an hour I gave up and said I would get my son to ring. This is always difficult because my son knew that half way through, for security reasons, they would ask to speak to me and we would be back to square one. I rang my son to tell him and Eureka! he had sorted it out - all's well that ends well.
After a sandwich I went on line to order - I assembled all the things I needed, sorted out a password for a new account with Gardeners' World magazine - but could I find the special offer bulbs? No. After ten minutes searching I gave up and tried the telephone again. Joy of joys = I got a lovely young man - he spelt my name right without having to ask me how to spell it, took my order, checked it with me and took down all the details. Five minutes and we were all done and the bulbs will be here in about ten days - just - hopefully in time for the end of the month. Where I intend them to go the soil is sheltered and still warm so they should be alright. All's well that ends well and all that, but an hour later I am only just beginning to feel unfrazzled and I don't intend to go on a walk today although it is quite pleasant out there. Life never used to be like this - and retirement is supposed to be a slowing down of life and a time of relaxation. Some hopes.