Slobby Saturday Morning Interrupted

Why can’t people seem to understand that Saturdays are for slobbing about?  Saturdays, you loll about in bed for a while, stumble out when the sun is shining too brightly through the window, throw on your comfiest (ugliest) old clothes and slob out in front of the music video show on TV.  But people here do not seem to understand that.

Last Saturday, I got a phone call at 730am.  Telling me I *didn’t* get a job.  How’s that for adding insult to injury?

And today… well admittedly it’s nearly 11am, but the guy who manages the orchard I live on just came and knoclked on the door.  He wanted to introduce me to another guy who is going to be doing some work about the place.  Which is good – it’s good to be introduced to strange men who are going to be wandering around my house, so I don’t call the police on them.  But seriously!  I’m wearing a old skirt with holes in it, a nasty baggy old jersey, and no underwear of any description.  My hair is unbrushed and unwashing, my eyes still have sleep around them and I’m pretty sure I have a patch of dried drool on one corner of my mouth.  In short, I am not in a fit state to be meeting anyone!  On the plus side, I did actually decide to put clothes on.  I was almost going to have a naked morning, but I decided it was still a little cold for such carry-on.