Beam me up Scottie!

When I last wrote I had a leak in the roof coming into the living room.  During the course of the evening this became more than just a leak.  We found the source and my poor husband on his return from Edinburgh was taking snow off that part of the roof to prevent it being worse than it was.  As it is the living room ceiling is not a pretty site. 

Then this morning we woke up to a gurgling in the radiators which woke us all up and when I touched them they were stony cold.  Gurgling but stone cold.  We attempted to get the boiler going thinking this was the source of the problem till my husband went outside and realised that we had a burst pipe.  In freezing conditions and with more cold weather on the way this is not a great situation.  Though both the roof situation and the burst pipe will be one that faces many people just now as we get a  slight increase in the temperatures.

I phoned the plumber realising that I would be one of many phoning and not a chance of this being sorted soon.  He as expected is busy today but promised that we would be priority tomorrow which is as good as I think we are going to get.

So my great escape was marred with the prospect of leaking roof and no heating and I must admit I escaped to Galashiels with a heavy heart to find that the drama was cancelled.  So my daughter and I did some shopping and then had a coffee and a snack.  Usually as you know retail therapy raises my mood but I could not raise my spirits all I could think of was the cost of the roof and heating as even if we get insurance for it there are always costs and at this time of the year you can do without additional costs especially in the current times when every penny counts.

So I have to admit I came home and for the first time in a very long time had a huge cry.  Stupid I thought to myself in the grand scheme it is nothing but I think after a week and a bit of being stuck in the house at this point you think that things are going to get better not worse.  And sometimes you just need a big cry and the chance to let all the pent emotion that you have out and boy did I  have some emotion to come out as I sobbed about all the things that have been worrying me of late!  The poor dog didn’t quite know what to make of it but cooried in just in case that helped which it did.  And then?

Well three things happened firstly my mum phoned and you know even at 41 and an adult when I am fed up and my mum phones I immediately feel better even though there is not a thing that she can do.  The next thing that happened was on the back of this my sister phoned the juggle drums had got going and she too could in theory do nothing but in practice she could she listened to me and she didn’t make me feel stupid that I was crying over roofs and heating.  And the third thing.  Well I made a fire!  Now to many of my rural buddies that would be nothing what you would do in the circumstances but for me its huge and an enormous achievement as I have never in my 41 years ever managed this before.  I have tried since living here but never quite achieved it so left it to my husband.  My husband though is Christmas shopping with my son and the house is freezing so I thought to myself hard times call for Miss Townie to get practical.  I have watched my husband do it hundreds of times.  So I attempted it and you know what.  I have done it we now have heat in the living room.  So in a day that has brought me down to rock bottom I at least feel I have achieved a new skill.

And you know what that cry has done me the world of good as its got all the emotion out and its made me start to see things in a practical way again and its made me realise that I am stronger than I think.  So onwards and upwards Fiona Drane lives to fight another day!  But wouldn’t mind Scottie beaming me up and just for 24 hours taking me somewhere hot and sunny!


About fionadranesblog

40 plus mum of two married with a mad cocker spaniel. Along with two colleagues run Bright Light Marketing a rural marketing agency who specialise in getting rural businesss noticed. Live in St Boswells in the wonderful Scottish Borders. Love books, walking and living life to the full here in the Scottish Borders though its sometimes a juggle!
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