Dancing in the rain?

Do you ever feel as if you are wading through mud? My week fortnight has been a bit that way.  I had a small car accident a couple of weeks ago, a belligerent old guy made a U turn in an odd spot, didn't see me and...well you know that horrible bang & crunch. He was immediately aggressive and nasty while I tried to be nice about it but I ended up telling him he did not deserve my hand shake over the incident.
He has gone on to call me liable and because I only have insurance for 3rd party damage, my insurance company is less than interested. I call both companies daily and get the same non helpful, insincere nice-speak.
The matter was urgent because the car was up for a road worthiness inspection and with a smashed headlight it was not going to pass. Ugh. The clock was ticking and I was getting nowhere.  I really can't manage without a car.
There was much fruitless tail chasing.

I have now paid for a "temporary" fix to the car, it is road worthy if not pretty and if insurance never pays it will be the long term answer to a total repair bill more than the car is worth.

I've been grumpy with the old guy and the insurers and the timing.

Amongst all of this I have had a  couple of emails reminding me that I need to book a dental check-up. It's not due until April and I have a bunch of large bills hanging over my head  so I wanted that cleared up before I made an appointment but I have not forgotten. Yesterday, I received a text message about booking a check-up. I was busy and working and it felt like harassment so I called, sweetly made the appointment and then I said "Can I just tell you that I appreciate being reminded to book but two emails and a text feels a bit like harassment?"
"It's an automated system, just ignore it" said the receptionist

sigh

I probably wouldn't have said anything on a better day but I still would have felt harassed and my goodwill would have receded a little and I bet I'm not the only one.

My ex (I can't get my head around calling him that) terminated my health insurance without giving me any notice so I am now in a race to get a new policy before I have to serve waiting periods ...and for that matter before I need to use the  insurance which supplements pretty much every health care appointment I make (including dentistry!)

I woke up today to a door mat reeking of Harry pee (at least he uses the mat) and went on to accidentally upset Miss London. For a moment there I thought I was in Cyclone London but a drive by the beach and a seafood lunch in her favourite cafe coaxed her out of it. It was a difficult morning.

The humidity has fallen to just below relentless and the kids are all back to their demanding study timetables so the help with household chores has largely dried up.

In good news, there was a dumpster diving excursion this week which yielded some Turkish bread and a large number of very nice hot cross buns. A cuppa and a buttery, toasted bun have the power to make everything a bit more tolerable, don't you think?