Kirsty had a stranded duck at the bottom of her garden this morning. It had fallen short of reaching its destination...a lake nearby. It was frozen solid in a block of ice which began life as a puddle, and has been trapped all day because Kirsty had to rush off to work. I'm looking forward to see how it all panned out.
Karen's husband left for work and took the house and car keys with him...HER house and car keys. She managed to get out of the house and a friend brought her to work. She hasn't had a bad word to say about him all day.
Life is so unpredictable and you just never know what's going to happen next.
I was thinking about this when my mobile rang and a frantic voice that I recognise as Bev informed me that her mum had rang to say her ceiling was turning into an ugly wet colour and that perhaps there was a leak in the loft. Great!
When I arrived to investigate, there was indeed unwelcome signs of water and I feared the worst as I dragged myself, torch in hand, through the loft hatch.
It wasn't the burst pipe I was expecting but an overflow pipe which I'd forgotten to extend to the outside when I built the extension. Bev adjusted the ball-cock in the bathroom and I wriggled through the hatch with a smile.
I've never been happier even though I have to make good a ceiling.
Yes, you just never know what will happen next and you know what, I like it that way...keeps me from stagnating, unless of course it's really bad news.
I learned today of a survey which indicates men are happiest in their 70's. I like surveys like that....don't know why.