How To Ruin My Day 101

How to ruin my day: knock on the door to show me religious pamphlets when I am on the telephone, and have two sick kids, a sick husband, and the beginnings of a chest cold myself.  Oh yes, you read right.  I was on the telephone, and it was an important call.  My 12yo is sleeping in my bed; he's as crook as Rookwood.  My 15yo is lying on the lounge, having notched up one week of a chest infection.  Both Mr Bingells and I are coming down with crap colds.

So, there I was, on the telephone trying to make sense of the world, and my dogs started to bark like the very Hounds of Hell.  The doorbell sounded, and the dogs were going ballistic.  I became concerned this would wake my 12yo, and hastened to the front door.  I couldn't ask the 15yo, he has barely enough energy to blink.  Still speaking to the party whom I had telephoned, I opened my front door to two members of the local God Squad.

'Hello,' they warbled - yes, warbled - at me.  'We weren't sure if you were home because your car's not there-,' What, you people are fucking STALKING me?  '-but we were wondering had you heard the word of God, and would you like to have a read of-,'

They got no further.  I don't know about the word of God, but they heard a few choice words thrown out by a very worried and angry mother.  The party on the other end of the telephone heard them, too.  Thankfully, they took the hint and scurried out my front gate, with my mini fox terrier barking furiously.  If dogs could talk, I swear he would have been shouting, 'And don't bloody come back, either!'

Had I known this is what I was going to be opening my door to, I would have squirted some random splotches of tomato sauce over my jumper and hissed at them, 'Help me!  I can't squash the fat one into the wood chipper!'

Oh, the reason my car wasn't out the front is because it is being checked over for the purposes of a pink slip.  I will be spending some serious coin on it very soon.  This does not exactly fill me with joy, either.  It depresses me greatly.

But what has been nice lately is I saw my local theatrical society's production of  'The Sound of Music' on Friday night.  I'm ambivalent about this show itself.  Sometimes I'm in the mood, sometimes I'm not.  It does have a very interesting story.  I went to be supportive because: (1) I am a member of our local society (yes, I know my dues are to be paid), and (2) two of my friends are playing nuns, Mother Abbess being one - and she brought a tear to my eye with her rendition of  'Climb Every Mountain'.  Never seen Captain von Trapp portrayed with a hipster man-bun before, but sometimes art direction and costume design can stray outside the box and create something interesting (I've seen MacBeth costumed in a leather jacket before).  I still think the character Rolf is one of the most unappealing characters in a show, either fictional or drawn from real life.  He's such a patronising, chauvinistic oaf: 'You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do...'  If I had a daughter, I would tell her to steer well clear of a boy who had that attitude.  Of course, the fact that he turns out to be a Nazi also detracts from any marginal appeal he might have once had.

Oh well, time to check my be-snotted family.