Great word, hummock. It describes a bump in a lawn that isn’t large enough to be called a hillock but will still rattle your dags when you drive over it on a mower. As a metaphor it could be used to describe parts of a life that are running less than smoothly. As in; ‘How are you?’ ‘Not too bad; but things are a bit hummocky’.
… and they are. Busy as hell at work, Audit looming and the typical gnorls going on to attempt to look good on the day; clients getting their big audit - I haven’t heard the denouement from this one yet but the preliminary outlook looks pretty good, so one less thing to worry about; friends are ill, parents are ill, and other assorted dramas on both sides of the family; I’m absolutely exhausted and the two days off that I’ve booked for the 4th and 5th of February now cannot happen as D will be away working; I’ve run out of pills, yada yada and so on.
On the upside, the house looks good, R is in his top fettle and is a delight to be with every single minute; D and I are getting along famously and we’re really paying attention to each other and looking after each other, which is wonderful. I will get my holiday days, but a week later, so no drama; we’re going to Hay to pick up the picture and to meet friends for lunch on Saturday. I’ve got three days’ hard slog this week and then consolidation throughout next week and then the Auditors should be satisfied. We’ve decided not to take a summer holiday this year, but we’re going to take a week or 10 days off and leave R at Nursery, and use the time to go out and do things, relax, garden, enjoy the house, have barbecues, see friends and I’m going to book in at the spa for some sessions too. Cheaper, easier, more relaxing and frankly far better value than any Mediterranean package, vying for loungers with a bunch of chavs. Hooray!
