I have just received two more ‘Failure Notices”. From the ‘postmaster’ himself. A timely reminder not to get above myself. Never to assume everything will just be fine. It won’t.
On 21st September, on occasion of my LSF’s (longest standing friend) birthday, and on the brink of dialling his number I managed to drown my phone. No, not in the toilet. But copious amounts of water were involved. Since the Angel was away I couldn’t borrow his cell phone. So far, so not so good. LSF deserves an Oscar in friendship terms but he refuses to accept any of my condolences as to his advancing years when they come late.
It gets worse. Not that long ago I acquired another friend, let’s call him MRS (most recent friend), red carpet material too, whose birthday (yesterday) I also managed not so much miss as ‘the postmaster’ putting the sock in. I had high hopes of the time zone difference giving me a leg up. No such luck. I missed midnight’s deadline.
I am not given to grovelling but needs must. With Lorna’s birthday on the horizon maybe there will be another failure notice winging its way to me.
Hugs, kisses, best wishes and Happy Birthday to everyone, past, present and future,